Lyrics

Sick summer seed Find what's wrong with me Nasty ung feel like something found and cooked up in the hot of the day Polluted soul Akin to seers of old who Cranked on their lovers All day long and dug up their graves We are now taking orders for the sacrifice Redivision of the dead They died, but not for me As I don't live for them From branch of a sugar pine Them nuts and ruddy umbels line The tree I found you hanging from With blood and guts and queen of cupses I cut your body down And spent my days ex-skunk around The world until the moment came To travel on and see what's mine Before I lеave Take down a messagе for me That says something's gonna happen I don't know what But I know I ain't afraid Think about decline Yea come the end of time And a last look around Aride through the saloons Where my fortune was made