Lyrics Malignant - Ed Tullett

Short parole for everyone,
You shake a big C.
Chauffeur soul to black baton,
You shake a big C,
You make it out.

Pray by the corner, weight-shy daughter,
We die.

Ritual stroll along chiffon,
We wake a big sea.

I know it cannot tier itself,
Bliss, a shallow tease in mouth,
Oh, the narrow keel of health,
Drank a dapper fear, aimed out.

Caught in a rainbow drown,
Taught on a payphone,
Not in a paved countdown,
You caught a sea.