[Sann]
SIT
What you don't really know
Do creep
Stone cold, chiseled with your teeth, now you really know
(x3)
[Sann X Sirron]
Back when I would fear gargoyles
Now I fear I can't sell mine
Knowin' swell I do do right
Lettin' all the rest catch on
[Sirron]
Breast feedin' new Eden's child
Best to lead than breed new savior
Blessed calls all who's watching way
We took this curse and made it style
(x2)
[Sann]
With ya balls on the wall, caw for the cause
Or scratch
Scotch for ya thoughts, affix to the cost or brandish a loss
Drip 'til you drop, swell use of your water
Filaments fill fit fixed fixtures at large
I gift them a Garg
Orcish on vinyl I gift 'em a Garg, I'm giftin' a Garg
Back when I would, naw now I
Chisel witcha teeth now you really know
[MK Har]
Lookin' at life through the eyes of a tire hub, system is tiresome
Switchin' to dial-up, dial up, dialog swiped by a firetruck
Dire luck fires up sinnin', you're sittin', I'm dippin' with diving ducks
But limpin', and slippin', consistently sickened when hittin' dry areas
Commercial scene
The piece that's broke
Chop groves, grow tech., Apples
When close to the coast, most wrote gross code
But I'm feelin' more like morse code
Forebode prose unfolds, transpose
Fear the gear near 0, veer flow
Froze slopes chalked full with cold faux-folks
Chide
Phobias holdin' my eyes
Strive don't gripe in the night
Sign lines with the nice
Tight hindsight fills my mind
Like do the dishes, pull my britches, earn my vested interest (x3)
Tunes viewed a Basilisk through flashing pictures