Greasy Psalms

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.