Teeth grinding round a cobblestone
I've seen God die scared and alone
Tooth picking at a marrowbone
My fingers still grasping air
God's acres are flooded with cum
But that's gold where I come from
Empty dresses swing from allow ropes
White stains, dying hopes
We piss a chorus for the cursed souls
He who lives is he who gropes
Mangy dogs cry through hazy fog
And it's everything, everywhere
Oh, those mocking clouds
We shall jizz right in their mouths
Align our feeble woes to coincide with the
Orgy of the widows
Broken machines wrapped in sweating flesh
Squirm with pleasure, mix and mesh
A climaxing choir will confess
When we are base, we're at our best
Corrosive joys in the firelight
Join hands, all! Flock here!
Oh, those mocking clouds
We shall jizz right in their mouths
Align our feeble woes to coincide with the
Oh!
And it's no surprise to the wise
But those who survive will thrive as they might
It's the blood-orgy of the she-devils
Otherwise known as the orgy of the widows
Oh, those mocking clouds
We shall jizz right in their mouths
Align our feeble woes to coincide with the
Oh!
And it's no surprise to the wise
But those who survive will thrive as they might
It's the blood-orgy of the she-devils
Otherwise known as oh, oh, oh!
And it's no surprise to the wise
But those who survive will thrive as they might
It's the blood-orgy of the she-devils
Otherwise known as the orgy of the widows