Formaldehyde

A honey dipped heart, a waste of my breath
Particular grand assortment
Peculiar tune for no one but we
You cannot get 'round the doorman

We all know what it is you've done
You've ate our bread and drank our rum
And when you run I will catch up
You'll sing to me, the chosen one

Bohemian Grove, the no one's don't know
The victims of early morning
A nest of offense, a pocketed dream
A monolith of opinion
The fruit of the snake, the tree that grows true
The shadows of planes pass next to you
Pearlescent perfume, the grand assortment
Appears without any warning

We all know what it is you've done
You've ate our bread and drank our rum
And when you run I will catch up
You'll sing to me, the chosen one

We all know what it is you've done
You've ate our bread and drank our rum
And when you run I will catch up
You'll sing to me, the chosen one
We all know what it is you've done
You've ate our bread and drank our rum
And when you run I will catch up
You'll sing to me, the chosen one



Credits
Writer(s): Gannon Lucatero
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