Fella Lyrics

There's a fella on

The mantle

There's a reason for

The tide

Insects and nausea

Fumes leak out

From a hole

Cold cynical and wretched

There's an idol

Fashioned from violins

Funny thing about having

Is that it's quantified

By the act of giving

Gift and you shall receive

As the dead rise to eat the living

There's lesions in all my

Thoughtforms

Focus is worn and sick

There's a fella

So cunning

So clever

So slick

Lean in

And lies in your ear

There's a way

Out they say

And there's an idol

Fashioned from violence

Funny thing about havin'

Is that it's quantified

By the act of giving

Gift and you shall receive

As the dead rise to eat the living

There's lesions in

All my thoughts

My focus is worn and sick

There's a fella

So cleva

And oh so slick