A string of curses thirsting eagerly upon this emissary
with sadness that reeks of chirp n' pings of last february
this heart is the object of torture, torn from breast to breast
punctured the last sepulcher where they decay in rest
for the damned don't speak, walk on egg shells nervously
cracking teeth of the weak, talk foul with infamous deeds
their tedious, as pointless as arthritic fingers splitting two
how I pity shrews, without synergy i've ascended you
hark, a laugh so atrocious it is absolutely disgusting
praise the lark, its song is the only one worth trusting
for you can't trust me because i'll burn this city and reap it's assets
stop and think not of yourself, but to reduce this sheep to ashes
the scribe of my kind, the reaper of vocal cords
scrubber of the mind, and keeper vorpal swords
with sadness that reeks of chirp n' pings of last february
this heart is the object of torture, torn from breast to breast
punctured the last sepulcher where they decay in rest
for the damned don't speak, walk on egg shells nervously
cracking teeth of the weak, talk foul with infamous deeds
their tedious, as pointless as arthritic fingers splitting two
how I pity shrews, without synergy i've ascended you
hark, a laugh so atrocious it is absolutely disgusting
praise the lark, its song is the only one worth trusting
for you can't trust me because i'll burn this city and reap it's assets
stop and think not of yourself, but to reduce this sheep to ashes
the scribe of my kind, the reaper of vocal cords
scrubber of the mind, and keeper vorpal swords
