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Vermicide Lyrics
There with them is error
We are sacrosanct
A taunting of ravens to you
My swarms have fit the holster
My Faith burnt every house
Like no other manger
I am emptier with doubt
Bare them
Sevens
Three to a pall
Marks the
Venom
Lush and terminal
When I became your larvae
You fed me from your plates
Now my slouch is nervous
Sinking by the face
Wrinkled by this gravel
Skinless trace of time
Wear your cobwebs proudly
In your cheap and brittle sight
My glands emit this carnage
These pews bend back your knees
That uniform it wears you
When the ultimatum pleads
Bare them
Sevens
Three to a pall
Marks the
Venom
Lush and terminal
That cesspool it becomes you
Just north of the eyebrows
Squat the hole for a pucker
When the rations go blonde
The salted stitch is patient
Waiting to engulf
There is plasma from this hoax
Pretending to be us
Embalming all the fluids
I must I must
I prefer to burn it
I must I must
We are sacrosanct
A taunting of ravens to you
My swarms have fit the holster
My Faith burnt every house
Like no other manger
I am emptier with doubt
Sevens
Three to a pall
Marks the
Venom
Lush and terminal
You fed me from your plates
Now my slouch is nervous
Sinking by the face
Wrinkled by this gravel
Skinless trace of time
Wear your cobwebs proudly
In your cheap and brittle sight
My glands emit this carnage
These pews bend back your knees
That uniform it wears you
When the ultimatum pleads
Sevens
Three to a pall
Marks the
Venom
Lush and terminal
Just north of the eyebrows
Squat the hole for a pucker
When the rations go blonde
The salted stitch is patient
Waiting to engulf
There is plasma from this hoax
Pretending to be us
I must I must
I prefer to burn it
I must I must
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well as most of these song titles refer to religious shit, im guessing this one has something to do with it aswell. but for some reason i get a hint that it's about cigarettes or people addicted to them or the people that make them.
well so far i know that this song is hella good, and that Sevens is a card game, so maybe the cards are the venom, and death is the result. The part where it says "that uniform it wears you when the ultimatum pleads" may be about a priest, or officer of some sort with authority that feels burdened and fearful by what he is or disguises himself to be when god or whoever he answers to sets an ultimatum. I'm pretty much guessing so please post up more meanings.
Im as gay for TMV as the next guy, but Im just going to wait until the album is out, TMV is one of the few bands interesting enough to make you actually purchase their stuff.
I'm going to wait untill people know the lyrics to listen to this.
This isn't a race Guy. I'd rather have correct lyrics than Brand new ????'s
i'm slightly with you D4MVP but as soon as i could get ahold of the leak i got it. but the second the album is released i will purchese it.
HOLY CRAP AMAZING period
i have a secret it goes something like this http://www.sendspace.com/file/00s081 enjoy =]
where the hell do they come up with these lyrics, seems like they just pull them off the top of their head i cant comprehend a meaning.
its very vague. yet im sure there is a storyline conveyed throughout Amputecture.
It's 'We are sacrosanct" not 'They are sacrosanct' i believe.
And no, there are seperate stories through the cd, seperate yet connected in their own way. I read it. :B
i'm pretty sure the chorus is a bit off... i think its "buy them servants" "three" not "free" and not "marks the thinner" but "march the banner"
There with him, his error We are sacrosanct I'm taunting arraignments to you My swatch had fit the holster My faith burned every house Like no other manger I am emptier without
Bear them, servants Three to a pall Marks the venom Lushing terminal
When I became a larva You fed me from your plate Now my slouch is nervous Sinking by the face Wrinkled by this gravel Skinless trace of time You wear cobwebs proudly In your cheap and brittle sighs My glands emit this carnage These pews bend back our knees That uniform it wears you When the ulcer made him bleed
Bear them, servants Three to a pall Marks the venom Lushing terminal
That cesspool, it becomes you, Just north of the eyebrows Squat their hole full of pucker When their ashes go blonde The salted stitch is patient We're waiting to engulf There's plasma from this hoax Pretending to be us
Embalming all the fluids I must, I must I prefer to burn them I must I must Embalming all the fluids I must I must I prefer to burn them I must I must
Bear them, servants Three to a pall Marks the venom Lushing terminal