Moth Grinder

Out in the cold, don't worry
No need to fear what I am
I wanna hold you with me
I wanna hold you with me
(Yeah, yeah)

Whoa, whoa, gang way
We feed the new strain
Secret veins seeping all into my brain
You can see it in the eyes of the slain

Out in the cold, don't worry
No need to fear what I am
I wanna hold you with me
I wanna hold you with me

Call me Ingrid Cold, 'cause I'm frigid
Four-hundred thousand years old, count the digits, uh
Searching for my soul, 'cause it's missing
Blood on the wall, it's been written
While you walking down the road, I got Terror vision
I might crack a broken smile with my muscle rigid
I might rock a suit and tie with my wig fitted
Got a message from the demigods transmitted

Whispering goes the sound of the wing
They would do anything to gaze upon the light that I've seen
And it brings with it a skin job (aw, shit, I fucked it up)
Skin job painted in green, and it's obscene, know what I mean?

Whoa, gang way
We feed the new strain
Secret veins seeping all into my brain
You can see it in the eyes of the slain

Whoa, whoa, gang way
We feed the new strain
Secret veins seeping all into my brain
You can see it in the eyes of the slain

Came to be something complete in my grief
Broke through static catatonia, losing you set it free
I've released the green disease underneath
In truth, it was always me
You'll be cleaved by miniature silver beams
I wouldn't ever assume I come in peace
I just came to leave, it never
Matters if you don't ever ache for the memory

What do you see when you see me?
Pleasant, a point of no return
Herald of injury
What do you see when you see me?
Ever-present, incisor none the wiser
Herald of injury
(Nothing much more than the accessories)
Eating narcotic leaves in defeat 'cause we can't get relief!

Out in the cold, don't worry
No need to fear what I am
I wanna hold you with me
I wanna hold you with me



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Jobe, Jeremy Klein, Spencer Linn
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