Gullinkambi's Return
Fill their heads with bold assumptions thick with pantomime corruption .
Surely they proved more disruptive than these words are interruptive .
Painted visage veils intention, so Ive staged this intervention .
Choking now on revelation, gasp for breaths of blind elation .
This is the recipe for breathing fucking fallacies:
a simple blend of fear and misdirection .
Crusted eyelids over every single rod and cone and twinkle in their eyes .
Its all been written in the scars!
So fuck what youve seen
Were at the end of our rope
without a second chance to leave a few more feet,
enough to wrap around tour necks .
Wed hang our bodies from the clouds and tear
whats left of your paradise down!
This is the recipe for honestly and open sores:
a simple blend of painful complications .
Sick confessions cover every single wave of sound that echoes in my ears .
Its all recorded in these songs .
So tell me how Id ever hear these words and I suppose Ill tell you
where weve stashed away those insolent freaks .
Heres your fucking hint!
