Death Rattle
Behold, I tell you a mystery
One that can not be explained
You were a witch who had too many names
I was the storm that could not be contained
Hallucinogenic venom was your weapon
Salacious spells all up in your brain
The blood of untold profiting
For you I open up these veins
Bite my pores and apple baby
Hear my death rattle
Many sleepers in the heat
Out on the field of battle
We can lay down like naked angels in the abandoned graveyard chapel
I'll mark your hips with
hieroglyphs, patron saints and sacred shrapnel
Bite my pores and apple baby
Hear my death rattle
How is it here we end it
Just right where we began
We fell down the stairs completely unaware
With blood on our hands
You, the witch holding my in conjuration
I, the invisible rhythm drawing the iniquitous convocation
Reading my fumes like weather patterns
Predicting conditions before they happen
As if some fun that matters this isn't some thin skin
Dilapidated little shack read to be shattered by the wind
Bite my pores and apple baby
Hear my death rattle
Many sleepers in the heat
Out on the field of battle
We can lay down like naked angels in the abandoned graveyard chapel
I'll mark your hips with
hieroglyphs, patron saints and sacred shrapnel
Bite my pores and apple baby
Hear my death rattle
One that can not be explained
You were a witch who had too many names
I was the storm that could not be contained
Hallucinogenic venom was your weapon
Salacious spells all up in your brain
The blood of untold profiting
For you I open up these veins
Bite my pores and apple baby
Hear my death rattle
Many sleepers in the heat
Out on the field of battle
We can lay down like naked angels in the abandoned graveyard chapel
I'll mark your hips with
hieroglyphs, patron saints and sacred shrapnel
Bite my pores and apple baby
Hear my death rattle
How is it here we end it
Just right where we began
We fell down the stairs completely unaware
With blood on our hands
You, the witch holding my in conjuration
I, the invisible rhythm drawing the iniquitous convocation
Reading my fumes like weather patterns
Predicting conditions before they happen
As if some fun that matters this isn't some thin skin
Dilapidated little shack read to be shattered by the wind
Bite my pores and apple baby
Hear my death rattle
Many sleepers in the heat
Out on the field of battle
We can lay down like naked angels in the abandoned graveyard chapel
I'll mark your hips with
hieroglyphs, patron saints and sacred shrapnel
Bite my pores and apple baby
Hear my death rattle
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Incroyable
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