Lyrics

Now the blessed eat a worm o' my heart
Martyr paste it up to the day
In an incense suffocater display
I kiss the chummy avant on guard
In a crowded room is a face
The palette of a marvelous guy
He didn't even bother to try
To bleed me of my comfortable space

I only came along for the ride
In troubled waters I will jump
If she's looking for a currency pump
I'm not a licensed nautical guide
It's always easy getting nowhere
On the premise of perennial loot
Until it's time to execute
I'll leave it to somebody who cares

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