Avant garde spoken word with great guitar and hook.
Michael Jost
Robin Rutherford
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For God, growl once with me
For Sin, crawl to the Sea
Devour the lot of cold steel
With men who trade salt
To spin the great wheel
For God, let’s go insane
For sin, smoke with champagne
Be the young feline
Make your voice a smoke stream.
Oh universe above, born center-hot
Ice, wood, bone, and steam.
Soon bleed eye and know of a poison present,
but don’t blame me.
Oh, for God, growl once with me
For sin, walk with a cane
Celebrate God’s delicious needle fame
To challenge your own name
Speak up, and be game
For God, growl once with me
For sin, drink hot champagne
Be the young feline
Make your voice a smoke stream
Oh universe above, born center-hot
Ice, wood, bone, and steam
Soon bleed eye and know of a poison present,
but don’t blame me.
For God, crawl to the sea
For sin, let’s go insane
Glass, marble, tea
Yet you still are the me
that I never could sustain
What could I've regained?
For God, growl once with me
For sin, smoke yours profane
For god, growl once with me.
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