Lyrics Lurch.Lung - Grim Salvo , Witchouse 40k

It's all bad
It's all bad
Gonna- gonna make you reap
Godheads on the rack (yeah)
Got a fiend within me
It'll feast on the genes of the queen
Where I live is where I bleed

It's all bad
It's all bad
Gonna- gonna make you reap
Godheads on the rack
Got a fiend within me
It'll feast on the genes of the queen
Where I live is where I bleed (yeah)

That methanal makes the mantis operational
Indigo mathematics
Broken acid god insatiable

Please don't be silent
I call that bizarro onomatopoeia for clients
I disguise my design in the pines
I try and survive to 45
Mime surprise for the plain eyes
My old teeth
I devise your demise for thе site
At the site
Gotta- gotta feed him for thе

Cytoplasmic battery
Witness the death of gravity
Everyone I see, delete
Black eyes bleeding my agony
Night, day, night
Prey caught in the midnight
Moonlight
Savory prey I flay up to two times

So hail the cheddar shepherd, feed the spider
Rip the neck off little lobotomized broken lepers
Lurching about in the land of the water coma cannibal crimes
Breathing the filth in, reminiscent of better times
On the gang

Reaching for the light
I got a feeling that it's stuck inside you
I don't care what anyone thinks
I've got to pull it out
She's bleeding
Superhuman senses
I can smell the roses, iron fences
I don't care what anyone thinks
I've got to save the world

My initiation got me screaming trees, butt naked
Staring down the white horizon, eyes vacant
You can find me in the pantheon chewing on the idle faces
Stone gazes
Chilling in the high places

Dummy dust, dummy love
Bloody cuffs, bloody hug
Gimme neck, gimme lung
Cutting checks, cutting tongue
I'm lurking with the steak knife
Surgery to space flight
Bodies by the wayside

Smoking on wood 'til I feel like a cabin
I'm rollin' extendos
My Glock full of habits
I've got a hundred round drum in my jacket
Might crack at your skull
Fill you up with some lead like a basket

Bali when I mask it
Shawty full of acid
Roll it never, pass it and I'm smoking all the gases
Put you in a casket, and light it with matches
Blood all on your gut, from the hollow in your passions
Cut you with that stainless but hit you with that rusty chrome
I ain't ever living painless
My past is full of ghosts
Ayy, I'm a rock star not a ghost
Ten holes from the shotty bullets in my soul

Said, fuck your set
AR, got the weapon to your vest
Like investments
When I'm flipping checks
Watch me flex
I'm a spirit, suck me like a cigarette
I've got chains now
Covering all the tats up on my neck
Blegh!

Reaching for the light
I got a feeling that it's stuck inside you
Yeah, millipedes in the weeds
Gold teeth on my cavities
Where I live is where I go bleed
What I see
Can I witness the death of gravity?

Superhuman senses
I can smell the roses, iron fences
Gold teeth on my cavities
Yes, I am Pluto actually
I don't murder for me, it's deliverance from your agony

Reaching for the light
I got a feeling that it's stuck inside you
Lurching about in the land of the water coma cannibal crimes
Breathing the filth in, reminiscent of better times
On the gang