Furrow
Giant givers of breath
Crashing down below
Introduce them to death
Coffin for a furrow
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble, life to rubble
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble life to rubble
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble life to rubble
Can't breathe, can't feel, can't see
Can't breathe, can't feel, can't see
In the womb of her corpse
Wrapped gifts for the fetus
Trapped beings use for warmth
Cylindrical bits and pieces
It's a most peculiar thing
Little beings dwelling
Humbly you're burrowed
A midnight smell breathe in hell
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble, life to rubble
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble life to rubble
It's a most peculiar thing
Little beings dwelling
Humbly we are burrowed
A midnight smell, breathe in hell
Consumption
We are in trouble
You, me, we're all fucked
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble life to rubble
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble life to rubble
Can't breathe, can't feel, can't see
You fuck with mother
She'll kill your children
Crashing down below
Introduce them to death
Coffin for a furrow
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble, life to rubble
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble life to rubble
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble life to rubble
Can't breathe, can't feel, can't see
Can't breathe, can't feel, can't see
In the womb of her corpse
Wrapped gifts for the fetus
Trapped beings use for warmth
Cylindrical bits and pieces
It's a most peculiar thing
Little beings dwelling
Humbly you're burrowed
A midnight smell breathe in hell
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble, life to rubble
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble life to rubble
It's a most peculiar thing
Little beings dwelling
Humbly we are burrowed
A midnight smell, breathe in hell
Consumption
We are in trouble
You, me, we're all fucked
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble life to rubble
Consumption struggle we're in trouble
Scratch the surface stubble life to rubble
Can't breathe, can't feel, can't see
You fuck with mother
She'll kill your children
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Writer(s): Josh Weaver
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