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Proboscis Master Versus the Powdered Seraphs - lyrics

Face down in the dust of their blasted utopia
Razors scrape obtuse angels into manageable lines

Eyes brimming with chemical repulse
Nostrils crusted with manifold millennia of dried up mortification
Of spiritual fabrication

Inhaling the future, new orifices torn for those sexless angels

Strength of Will hammered flat by biological circumstance
Cells forming the biggest cell of all;
Body of death, true burden

My opiate naïve autumn putting a gleam to your sycophant summer like
So much make believe
Throw in your hands for the abyssal disco
All the right shapes chucked into all the wrong holes

All's about to snap / spring has sprung on the christ trap
In fact, we'll do worse than put a match to your faces
We'll have your writhing, you cunts Do you hear?

All you monotheists born from the dust of deserts
Myth piled upon myth / spiritual plague pit
Seething maggot balls / fuel for future tombs
Twisting mass a'roil with turning worms
Keep your maggots away from my soul

I'm willing to risk an aneurysm if you'll just shut up and wait in line

Just impulses piloting corpses through mistake upon farce;
Glance around for the shroud How's your fitting? Dancer with ghosts
Spinning so madly around

Dancer with ghosts Spinning so madly around
Down amongst the dead
All our graves walked all over

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