Sawing off the pavement repenting their past lives might i be the only payment left to be left behind clay and pigment footsteps rust it boiling clean our bull let in linguistics that only we can breathe

i gotta prayer that’ll make you theirs now beneath sepulchers raise your entrails as an offer

fondling with pitchforks in a cattle prodded sea signaling the sedatives to emaciate their queen bowing in constriction anytime you leave we snuffed ourselves an angel and cut her by the wings

i gotta prayer that’ll make you theirs now beneath sepulchers raise your entrails as an offer

in my sight i was born to bring death at the footsteps of your home tonight i have sewn all the hair and crooked nails that you all have worn while your wife sits at home i plant the vermin because she needs it so

how long must we fold by hand the nuns are burning wheels again dent of mattress to make it bare come clean with the anecdote after all we came undone pale of sluts with host at fault one day we won’t pay your debt our centipedes will get theirs yet

poachers in your home poachers in your home

how long must we fold by hand the nuns are burning wheels again dent of mattress to make it bare come clean with the anecdote after all we came undone pale of sluts with host at fault one day we won’t pay your debt our centipedes will get theirs yet

fold the river by the lips as a cruel and smothered wind fits the gash with ornaments dawn is nodding off again raised the braille to read it clear gathered by the cholera rinse the burns in cauldrons help the palm we see a lens my hands secrete a monument my hands secrete a monument

i am the reason four your missing child they might be home but there’s no trace under your pillow i have left a spine oh the things we do when you’re away i saw the message that you wrote in the sand dismembered hints that carve away the anesthetic of your gospel said put a muzzle on the lamb

give me one page give me one page make it blank mace that i leak will rain give me one page give me one page make it blank race i inflict your way

maybe one day you’ll stop and realize the throne that you serve is dead

give me a plague give me a plague make it blank nothing you own is safe

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It doesn't seem all that satanic to me. Rather it seems as is about the contamination of the river Ganges. Allow me to reiterate:
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The River Ganges (or the ganga river in the hindu language) flows from the Hymalayan mountains between India, Nepal and Bangledsh and out into the Indian ocean. For Centuries this river has been a life source for food, and water for the countless villages surrounding the the Ganges and its tributaries.. However scince the industrial revolution, noumerous factories (mostly leather-making plants which pruduce large amounts of Chromium and other chemicals) and sheer waste estimated at nearly 1 billion litres per day have  polluted this river so bad the it has become unsanitary.  Not only that but also, inadequate cremation procedures contributes to a large number of partially burnt or unburnt corpses floating down the Ganga, not to mention livestock corpses nearby ['In a cattle prodded theme
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Signaling the sedative"], a holy site where Sita was supposed to have lived for a period during the Vanaprastha, and site of much of the Indian savagery during the Civil War of 1857. Despie all of this thousand upon thousands of hindus gather at the ganges to worship, give the river offerings of flowers or food, throwing handfulls of grain or garlands of marigolds and such["While your white sense of hope']. many drink the water to help het pure (see the irony yet), many even bathe in this water. The 'poachers in your house' are these factories and plant whom have appeared and desacrated what these people consider sacred. "I saw the message That you wrote in the sand" is refering to the remenants of corpses and dead fish beeched out on the bank of the river.

NOTE: This is my interpitation of the song. It may not necerally be what this song is about. So I am open to CONSTRUCTIVE critisism.
It doesn't seem all that satanic to me. Rather it seems as is about the contamination of the river Ganges. Allow me to reiterate: The River Ganges (or the ganga river in the hindu language) flows from the Hymalayan mountains between India, Nepal and Bangledsh and out into the Indian ocean. For Centuries this river has been a life source for food, and water for the countless villages surrounding the the Ganges and its tributaries.. However scince the industrial revolution, noumerous factories (mostly leather-making plants which pruduce large amounts of Chromium and other chemicals) and sheer waste estimated at nearly 1 billion litres per day have polluted this river so bad the it has become unsanitary. Not only that but also, inadequate cremation procedures contributes to a large number of partially burnt or unburnt corpses floating down the Ganga, not to mention livestock corpses nearby ['In a cattle prodded theme Signaling the sedative"], a holy site where Sita was supposed to have lived for a period during the Vanaprastha, and site of much of the Indian savagery during the Civil War of 1857. Despie all of this thousand upon thousands of hindus gather at the ganges to worship, give the river offerings of flowers or food, throwing handfulls of grain or garlands of marigolds and such["While your white sense of hope']. many drink the water to help het pure (see the irony yet), many even bathe in this water. The 'poachers in your house' are these factories and plant whom have appeared and desacrated what these people consider sacred. "I saw the message That you wrote in the sand" is refering to the remenants of corpses and dead fish beeched out on the bank of the river. NOTE: This is my interpitation of the song. It may not necerally be what this song is about. So I am open to CONSTRUCTIVE critisism.

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