
Bend, OveR Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Steam from the warm piss brushes past my chin
Tickling the flowers in my beard
And leaves me questioning how I got here
The howl inside is squeaking through
The claws inside have picked these ribs clean, too
Imagine me swinging hammers at a dream invented by some PR team
Will there be anything left for me or is the dream adrift like urine steam
The howl inside is squeaking through
The claws inside have picked these ribs clean, too
Long before I came to town the town was fine
Now I'm here pulling diamonds from their mine
Long before there was a me there was a quest
And a soul ripe for harvest
Steam from the warm piss brushes past my chin
Tickling the flowers in my beard leaves me questioning how I got here