paroles de chanson Burnside - Grim Salvo

(Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey)
(A kiddly divey too, wouldn't you?)
(Now, if the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey)
(Say "mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy...")

I feel my face decay
Tell the behemoth to come and take this shit away
I watch my face fall off
Tell the behemoth I'll pay him whatever the cost
I watch my face decay
Tell the behemoth to come and take this shit away
I watch my face melt off
Tell the behemoth I'll pay him whatever the cost

Take him by the eyes
Tried to feed him to the worms and the flies
I did not fuck with your life
No, I did not fuck with your life (yeah)
All of these people are willing for digging their graves
I don't know you, do not come to my house for the praise
And go hoping you're willing to pray

Yeah
I don't want static
Bacteriophage automatic
No, I do not want all that damage
No, I do not fuck with your magic
And try to imagine
All of my enemies up in the attic
Feeding off all their somatic
Places that you go when other people go Jurassic

God is dead
He did not fuck with your life
There is no fate
The animals wanted the dead minds

Calibrate
You better gravitate all the way out of your vertebrae
Before the artificial heart
Before the behemoth is gonna come up and

Take your ass apart
I am the unholy synthesis filled with the wickedness
Artificial heart
Fucking with Belphegor
Fucking with Bonaparte

Take your ass apart
I am the unholy synthesis filled with the wickedness
Artificial heart
Fucking with Belphegor
Fucking with Bonaparte

I feel my face decay
Tell the behemoth to come and take this shit away
I watch my face fall off
Tell the behemoth I'll pay him whatever the cost
I watch my face decay
Tell the behemoth to come and take this shit away
I watch my face melt off
Tell the behemoth I'll pay him whatever the cost

("This is but a transition, a passing of the baton")

Whoa, yes!
I put the skelly in the god box
Tell your fucking friends this ain't Fort Knox
Fort Knox
Drop 4 masters in a tube sock
Hail Mary with the .45 up in the boondocks, yee!

You must be guessing how to clean a bloodstain
I guess you're plundering a rich spot
Hide it in a hole like Hussein
The grinders show the brain
Anatomy
Listen to my kill shit rhapsody (yeah)
Lately I've been seeing demons floating in the atmosphere
Hallucigenia worm would whisper blasphemy

I see things practically
Anybody tries to take me over will dramatically
Find out how much of them I carry back with me (yeah)
Brain is rotten with the maggot
Feast on all these agonies
Run it up for your majesty (brr)
All you people can try to mimic the measurements of my depravity
I'm fucking miserable
You couldn't last up in my faculties