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Varicose Visage

 

Varicose Visage

(альбом: I Don't Think It Is - 2016)


Strip a man's nerve off serve it for breakfast
This is the time to be totally reckless
War on the muddled and the utterly feckless
Inaudible or pitch-corrected
Serve it for breakfast
Totally reckless
Utterly feckless
Pitch-corrected

I saw the void at the center of God
It forced itself on me to their applause
I laughed in its face and dove off the edge
To be fused in a mass with all my dead friends
It's literally a form of brain washing
They'd literally slit your throat with your kids watching
Left side, right side
Same recruits
None have had a taste of the serpent's fruit

Strip a man's nerve off serve it for breakfast
This is the time to be totally reckless
War on the muddled and the utterly feckless
Inaudible or pitch-corrected

Huffing exhaust to deaden the threat is the closest to a hit that you'll ever get
Beta-drone sadists out to buy respect
Spend my days in the sticks so verklempt
Activism, the new pissing contest
Restrict my views to be strictly honest
Those who feel they're just a touch off-kilter
Sing the damn song if you have no filter

Strip a man's nerve off serve it for breakfast
This is the time to be totally reckless
War on the muddled and the utterly feckless
Inaudible or pitch-corrected

Heck yeah, I just spent three minutes whinging
Left inteligencia cringing
Red moon-face aged by a grimace
Vein popped forehead
Varicose visage
Wasting careers trying to earn respect?
I'd rather be the only band active left
I'll beat this dead horse until it gets angry
Its death throes are going to feed my family
Done

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