Текст песни Slugs - Idylll

With a sleight of hand
I combine these strands of white hair
Pseudo-science plans
Not a glance back, rather die old from passion
Sumo wide is my stance
And as I brush over the pages
Fashion myself to gush whenever I am too painless
Fuck what your name is, strapped in, then clap, bastard child
Don't have to trust my status, it's not what my state is

Hairs on my head, no slime
Prayers have no sway on my soul, crave a dime roll shrine
Scared to my death, no slime
Greater shadow, greater laughter, laced with iodine

Hairs on my head, no slime
Prayers have no sway on my soul, crave a dime roll shrine
Scared to my death, no slime
Greater shadow, greater laughter, laced with

Ghastly tendrils reach each corner in this city
So when I flash credentials
No need to sneak it, I've ordered it plenty
Like I sincerely trust you with my quarters and pennies
But I'm half revengeful, end of pole reach like I border Germany
The coroner's too broke, so the piles are too many
Moving forwards too slow, and for a while I was too empty
The store is not closed, and the why won't be told
Though there's nothing light to be rediscovered

Hairs on my head, no slime
Prayers have no sway on my soul, crave a dime roll shrine
Scared to my death, no slime
Greater shadow, greater laughter, laced with iodine

Hairs on my head, no slime
Prayers have no sway on my soul, crave a dime roll shrine
Scared to my death, no slime
Greater shadow, greater laughter, laced with iodine