i must have crawled through your bedroom door in a fit of jealous breath
perched up on the bacchus foot of your unsuspecting bed
from the blossom rags of my jackal croon
to the stems of this cinquefoil
i give to you the shrapnel with which to sprinkle in her soil because
all the traps in the cellar go clikity clat
because you know i always set them for you
all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
yeah you know they're gonna take me to you
you wash it down with harlot soap well is this is what you want?
i'll paint your steps with the lilac stains of smelter revenant
my cutlery is rattling in the dormant wooden drawers
from the palm of my throne i beckon you
to cut the orchid chord
all the traps in the cellar go clikity clat
because you know i always set them for you
all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
yeah you know they're gonna take me to you
i know a girl that was woven
in spindle and thread
wrapped in a bivouac of taffeta scaffolding web
she tosses and turns
and wakes all the children in nest
yawning with hunger
they take turns of nourishment
and she says
somebody help me
is there anybody that can set me free
from the mountains of avarice this i beg to you
my ether turns flesh to gravel
all the traps in the cellar go clikity klat
because you know i always set them for you
all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
yeah you know they're gonna take me to you
Correct lyrics:
i must have crawled through your bedroom door in a fit of jealous breath perched up on the bacchus foot of your unsuspecting bed from the blossom rags of my jackal croon to the stems of this cinquefoil i give to you the shrapnel with which to sprinkle in her soil because all the traps in the cellar go clikity clat because you know i always set them for you all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps yeah you know they're gonna take me to you
you wash it down with harlot soap well is this is what you want? i'll paint your steps with the lilac stains of smelter revenant my cutlery is rattling in the dormant wooden drawers from the palm of my throne i beckon you to cut the orchid chord all the traps in the cellar go clikity clat because you know i always set them for you all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps yeah you know they're gonna take me to you
i know a girl that was woven in spindle and thread wrapped in a bivouac of taffeta scaffolding web she tosses and turns and wakes all the children in nest yawning with hunger they take turns of nourishment and she says somebody help me is there anybody that can set me free from the mountains of avarice this i beg to you my ether turns flesh to gravel all the traps in the cellar go clikity klat because you know i always set them for you all the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps yeah you know they're gonna take me to you