Crawlers Of Corners Lyrics
- Genre:Spoken Word
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
A Christian sold it all
A priest of sanction to be called
Find yourself a prison cell
Beasts within the hallowed halls
Can you believe my fortune of vice
The fellowship of whores is nothing but a game
The shamans of the ad world came at me with depressions
Deep deep down below with sink
More shame more cries more stains of death
More grins more fields more crimes of death
Shiva and the Christ take kidney and the eye mon cherie
Find the wet fire that he makes
Find a quiet nation
Find the fields of razors
Find the blood of the innocent
The neighbor that crawled to a death
The empty cross void of a reason
You won't find the meaning of jesus
Only the knives of the sycophants hiding in cloaks of the holy
I find them the crawlers of corners