Testo di The Praxter

Wait! Now calling all my foes to wait for the back of my hand This cannot stand forever The Weaver of Revenge I am beelzabub's replevin Heckled and haunted adue I'm nothing to you Safe! So safe and calm and cozy Tucked in your blankets with gold The pale and cold forgotten The knife grinder is hunched to unfold Your friends were sold for heaven The sucker is you One, you are beautiful and Two, you are wonderful but Three, you've got praxter's in every pocket Shut up! Go on and on forever My head is gonna roll down this hill Through silk and hoards of greiling Savagely born in the shawg The bells have lost their meaning Somewhere a whore gets her wings And sings "my darling, my darling" Heckled and hauntingly used I'm falling for you…. Fall into circles of my love Tripp'n on love