Greasy Psalms Lyrics
Greasy Psalms - Retox
Presenting a dead coward as pigeons fall from the sky.
Improvised surgery
Old World rats are bound to die.
Presenting unmankind, old ones grow up and die.
Rearranged the neurons pigeons become rats that fly.
Do you know permanent,
when doves cry a dry sea?
Cro-Magnon speak to me,
Think death is temporary.
Sign on up, swallow pride, be the next escape
Screw the world, this can be an educated killing spree.
Gods will lie because they know
that there's nothing else to do
when pronounced dead to you.
Rats that fly can survive so science
transforms few who pay to misconstrue.
Now's the time to grow up and die.
Now's the time to grow up and die.
Now's the time to grow up and die.
Now's the time to grow up and die.
Now's the time to grow up
Gods will lie because they know
that there's nothing else to do
when pronounced dead to you.
Rats that fly can survive so science
transforms few who pay to misconstrue.