Lyrics Tree ov Death - Sam Hill

Gifts are granted to those who can escape the prison
With all your noses why you pointin' to where Satan isn't?
Charlotte [?] don't panic, you're fakin' visions
You probably feel all the same demons raping Christians
The ritual floor looks like a Jackson Polllock
Whilst the burning child is the bat symbol to [?]
Tee minus ten to lift off or sacrifice the sniff of
Embrace chaos and rejoin the cliff off

Erase me from the Book of Life
Inscribe me in the Book of Death
Uproute me from the Tree of Life
And plant me with the Tree of Death

Spotless toes allover the floor, that
Must be from walkin on Jesus like a doormat
Speaking in tongues tied up like tourniquets
All because I'm alright where the sun is like Copernicas
I can't explain how good it feels to earn a kiss
On the mouth from death, or to burn a witch
All the magic that Merlin drew out of Camelot
Is a sleight of hand next to Azeroth
Fuck the rain make it lightning she will grind or[?]
Electrocution opened her up like a grime war
In the black my demons meddle in coffee
In the white darkness, blind and pasty gothy
Check my altitude when I get too lofty
Costly
When the Percocet enters your blood stream
You're parsley
Just a garnish on a plate of hate, you're fucking salty
Like the circles you sit in tryin' to keep me offly[?]