Illicitör
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Lyrics
Seeding obeisance, puritan monocrop
Sucking all passions
They spit with distaste
Like vultures
Picking the bones of dreams
Better to burn the fields
Than suffer a lamb to stray
A sneer proud and teeth-bared
Sardonic eyes that scowl
A spear ripping your entire fabric
Hedonic enthroned by obscenity
I am the lord of all vices
I am enflame of passions
I negate your equation
I deny
Jackal judges circling aberrance
Salivating
For cold beating in backrooms
Clutch of rust and armour of paper
Better to burn the garden
Than suffer a weed to bloom
Sucking all passions
They spit with distaste
Like vultures
Picking the bones of dreams
Better to burn the fields
Than suffer a lamb to stray
A sneer proud and teeth-bared
Sardonic eyes that scowl
A spear ripping your entire fabric
Hedonic enthroned by obscenity
I am the lord of all vices
I am enflame of passions
I negate your equation
I deny
Jackal judges circling aberrance
Salivating
For cold beating in backrooms
Clutch of rust and armour of paper
Better to burn the garden
Than suffer a weed to bloom