Hells' Hungry (Acoustic)
O' I praise your dead eyes all strung out in decay
A spirit in black that just lingers for days
Well those black alters in bone orchards is the ritual before the hunt and her womb it spew forth blasphemy
Cuz hell is hungry
Like those wounds upon my brow
My God are the words that echo down my throat
He lives in my head and he travels down my veins
Sing an acrid lullaby once again
Cuz Hell is hungry and the father of rot, well he breathes upon us all in the wake of our end
Blind in the boonies, I carved my name in her belly just so she'd know where she'd been
Life blood scorches the silence
With locusts in your eyes and your fingers drip with sin
It's a slow slow decline
Hell is hungry once again
So so sing sing this acrid lullaby
Well...
The Apocalypse is outside your door so you best just wrap up tight
Well your mama and your papa, they cried all through the night
They say that "Jesus is coming down from that Heaven soon"
You can find him in a basement with a needle and a spoon
Cuz hells is hungry
Like those wounds upon my brow
My God are the words that echo down my throat
He lives in my head and travels down my veins
Sing an acrid lullaby once again
Well sleep is for the dead
Dead is for the worms
Thick and slimy worms is for the birds
The crows they go where the bones grow
And you never knew love til she was down in a hole
Cuz hells is hungry
Like those wounds upon my brow
My God are the words that echo down my throat
He lives in my head and travels down my veins
So Sing an acrid lullaby once again
A spirit in black that just lingers for days
Well those black alters in bone orchards is the ritual before the hunt and her womb it spew forth blasphemy
Cuz hell is hungry
Like those wounds upon my brow
My God are the words that echo down my throat
He lives in my head and he travels down my veins
Sing an acrid lullaby once again
Cuz Hell is hungry and the father of rot, well he breathes upon us all in the wake of our end
Blind in the boonies, I carved my name in her belly just so she'd know where she'd been
Life blood scorches the silence
With locusts in your eyes and your fingers drip with sin
It's a slow slow decline
Hell is hungry once again
So so sing sing this acrid lullaby
Well...
The Apocalypse is outside your door so you best just wrap up tight
Well your mama and your papa, they cried all through the night
They say that "Jesus is coming down from that Heaven soon"
You can find him in a basement with a needle and a spoon
Cuz hells is hungry
Like those wounds upon my brow
My God are the words that echo down my throat
He lives in my head and travels down my veins
Sing an acrid lullaby once again
Well sleep is for the dead
Dead is for the worms
Thick and slimy worms is for the birds
The crows they go where the bones grow
And you never knew love til she was down in a hole
Cuz hells is hungry
Like those wounds upon my brow
My God are the words that echo down my throat
He lives in my head and travels down my veins
So Sing an acrid lullaby once again
Credits
Writer(s): Pauly Creep-o
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