this rate, my heart rate will fall just as far As my expectations of you For so long now been holding these wires My forearms swelling tired I kept the current
shield; Strong Deliverer be thou my strength and sheild. When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Bear me thro' the swelling current
the ambient temperature rises 5 degrees as their chitinous bodies skitter in putridity... The corpse is alive...reanimated through entomological means The John Doe swells
pee Mouthfuls of slop, my tongue starts to swell In the sewer my body is rashing Tread logs, tread logs, tread logs, tread logs The current's too
summit We hear the echoes of dispossession Who is to worry about our affliction When my body departs from the shame The wickedness my sinfullness You may swell
are merely bubbles from my lips, Skin and organs swell from saturation, Bursting vessels in my body, Saturated, disfigured and swollen, Caught by the current
she go to her wedding Fuck around and beat you're ass with two sticks Just like the number eleven And yo I fuck with your current and I fuck with your
stories you can tell Never cease to captivate me Just a simple shell You came out of the sea Now you belong to me Moved by the swells Currents will tell
as dead. Leave the shots echoing behind. Don't look back until you run out of land. When you think there's a second that you can't be seen, the current
?s total lack of surprise. Sat and watched the evening news and listened to His address. When telling what he?d do ?bout New Orleans, he swelled his
The music's loud it's drowning you out It's what the bottles failed to do You fight the currents well But the swells are getting stronger And you cant
dead. Leave the shots echoing behind. Don't look back until you run out of land. When you think there's a second that you can't be seen, the current
Living like a stone in a river, All alone, peaceful at the bottom, While the rest fight not to drown, Sitting while the current of the stream passes me
If I could have chosen where God would hide his heaven, I would wish for it to be in the salt and swell of the ocean. Carried by the currents to all
rate will fall Just as far as my expectations of you For so long now, I've been holding these wires Forearms swelling tired, I've kept the current alive
And dogs are driven wild And dogs break their chains And run through the lands A prey to madness With wild eyes dying Wild eyes burning They raise their heads They swell
