Prurient - Poinsettia Pills lyrics

I believe what you tell me I listen to what you say I pray that your eyes and mouth will shut And your rigor mortis will relax And you can go to sleep again And wake in the morning And brush the lime off your thin body And fill your cadaver with wine again And blood will fill your heart And you can sing through your spiraling teeth And that god awful whistling sound That siren you call your voice Will turn into God's forbidden music And your suspended soul Will stop rattling these wastebins And slapping your cuffs along the bars Holding out your cup for an extra splash of water To soak the desert of your mouth And soak up all the lime Tell every tongue Jesus is king Tell all the world Nail every tongue The fire is slowly dying