Memorial Service

Lyrics

a round of roses kissing
this is bone hate spitting
let the weed smoke curl with it
this is not a bloodstained admission, but
shatter the stain glass windows
make my pistol the priest voice that echos
if this dickhead dies tomorrow
Ive not got a clue whos the one that did it, but
wish I got to watch the floorboards drink him

can you hear the death bell ringing

its beautiful isnt it

shhh...
can you hear the sound
of the brass rain
patting down on
my last glass pain
as Im sat here straining
trying to keep my mind sane
by interlacing these lyrics
and syllable stacking
and ignoring the fact
that my back plates rattling
and rib cage is badly snagging
its as if the flash backs
keep stabbing it
cos the smoke of the chronic
is no longer cracking it
man my emotional frames
battered and staggering
where I missed shit
that slipped under my fingertips
shit
I wish I could click and
time flip back to that shit
I shouldnt of let emotions
and closeness exist in that moment
shoulda kept a grip
flown a tip to rent a clip
and let the hammer
hammer down
and hammered him
till the lead law jammer
began chattering
as I listened to his stammering
last breaths vanishing
leave the shell bells scattering
shouldve walked in the chapel
going manic with a barrel
full of chanting and
humming the hymns
as the recoil coils
the blood from my hands
to the soil through the clapping
as a wheel spins and clicks
and six hundred and sixty six
motherfucking sins sent spinning

wish I flipped the wrist wicked
and let the cold grip grip em
and spit em till the clip clicks
in rhythm and clip em vicious
to let every hit ricochet split
a second victim to witness
their wisdom an afflictions evict em
cos I wont miss shit
shit Ill twist it
point the barrel stiff at the choir
and make em resonate this bit
till the syllables detonate
and spits fire off a fist full of friction
an leave em bitten by satanic panic
like a dead weight till there
aint no more ammunition
quick switch and swish
to sign the death certificate
with my switchblade
make the wrist spray
blood stained pissing
stand over the fucking corpses
tell everybody
Im "not" the reason
his bodies gone missing

promise

a round of roses kissing
this is bone hate spitting
let the weed smoke curl with it
this is not a bloodstained admission, but
shatter the stain glass windows
make my pistol the priest voice that echos
if this dickhead dies tomorrow
Ive not got a clue whos the one that did it, but
wish I got to watch the floorboards drink him

can you hear the death bell ringing

its beautiful isnt it



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