Oarsmen and hangmen alike together, tender meat for your loathsome meal
Trading thousands of promises for their grief-stricken brides
Their tears your salt, their solitude your spices
Nobody ventured this far to put up with your illusion
And offer body and soul as a reward
We're not thankful, I'm not forgiving
This big lie you've sold to the broken ones
Fulfilling nothing but a cardinal instinct
Swirling tails and edentate smiles
The backdrop of your demise
When you let the mermaid's curtain
Wrap your thoughts and bow to its reign
This is our lament to the unchosen hosts
Their supper, our last breath made chants
Torn out with a stern vigor by your very own scarlet mouths
Love made lust for grinding teeths sliding down the scales of our defeat
Your need to fill the vacuity of your existence
Matches my call for a moment of validation
Our sour contentment
You threw all of us down this boiling kettle Oarsmen and hangmen alike together, tender meat for your loathsome meal Trading thousands of promises for their grief-stricken brides Their tears your salt, their solitude your spices Nobody ventured this far to put up with your illusion And offer body and soul as a reward We're not thankful, I'm not forgiving This big lie you've sold to the broken ones Fulfilling nothing but a cardinal instinct Swirling tails and edentate smiles The backdrop of your demise When you let the mermaid's curtain Wrap your thoughts and bow to its reign This is our lament to the unchosen hosts Their supper, our last breath made chants Torn out with a stern vigor by your very own scarlet mouths Love made lust for grinding teeths sliding down the scales of our defeat Your need to fill the vacuity of your existence Matches my call for a moment of validation Our sour contentment Explain Request ×
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