Crypto

Album cover art for "Crypto" by Michael Cera Palin

Michael Cera Palin - Rock

Crypto

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[Verse 1] Tongues planted in the cheeks of toothy Totenkopf grins Sowed parallel to canines whistling to birth a nation It's one "solution", I guess Absolution's the only reward you'll confess Paid as lent to your guardian nothing; Written checks just to say you're well-spent Outlined in chalk, your numbers & ratios Only zeros and ones in the end [Chorus] I wanna soil your blood To uncrete altars, teeth gnash on What joy in torches snuffed? Heads figured fallen preach that on I'd wanna soil your blood But what's been shed won't crease that arm If you say there's nothing lost Why feign departial, crypt that tongue? [Verse 2] Discharging like a seed who's yieldеd its own famine Thin veils of ivorny drape loosе from olive branches A sexless matrimony of impact & intent Arm's length just out of reach Bluffing on folded hands When poker faces recoil Who's playing the next hand? [Pre-Chorus] It's a roundtable set to go-merry Vanilla abstracts frame the scene A seasonless feast for the tasteless Pearly whites rot from too many sweets [Chorus] I wanna soil your blood To uncrete altars, teeth gnash on What joy in torches snuffed? Heads figured fallen preach that on I'd wanna soil your blood But what's been shed won't crease that arm If you say there's nothing lost Why feign departial, crypt that tongue? [Bridge] Oh, the casualties of casualty!!! Oh, the casualties of casualty!!! Oh, the casualty of casualties For some cheap crypto-valhalla for hellhounds!!? [Pre-Chorus] Heresy to your fabricated saviors Tryna sell me you know what's divine Broken down to pills like you've swallowed Just 14 words at a time Must secure to your dimly-lit smokescreens Where the downtrodden play as untread Deny the tide, it doesn't matter Still be left in its wake come the time you've seen the skin shed [Chorus] I wanna soil your blood To uncrete altars, teeth gnash on What joy in torches snuffed? Heads figured fallen preach that on I'd wanna soil your blood But what's been shed won't crease that arm If you say there's nothing lost Why feign departial, crypt that tongue?

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Credits

Writers
  • Jon Buncic
  • Jon Williams (Band: Michael Cera Palin)
  • Elliott Brabant