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lyrics
Skin of pigs burns from its need for existence
One's tasting a tongue
Other tasting one's tears and persistence
And not every circle is worth to happen twice
My feet will feed on your heat
Since I've stepped over eight suns
No one asked lions to bite
Even when our legs were tied in crocodiles
I can now wish you inhale with no gain
And im feeding him to stones for a purpose
Every inch of my blood will remain boiling
As his blood has not fertilized any soil for too long
Bones are no longer enough to feed our kind
Conquest led through wormwood in thousands throats
And you will always hear laughs from beneath their robes
When all of you crawling and calling to be praised for it
Chanting grows as I open his shaking chest
Every inch of my blood will remain boiling
As his blood fertilized this soil for us
Golden monkeys are laughing as I'm fucking the sun
Eyes want to remember his pain
and his bitten legs do not
The only way to see in every way
Is to let the worlds collapse on you
Lets unleash the swarms of black fingers
into your throats and on your throats