Nil 1 Lyrics

The dogs we've left to die

This slate is a burial ground

With cataracts and cancer bound

I leave you to fetch your purpose

Eternal return

Until I throw it again

Feast of mange

Crawl underneath the porch

And know I will be alone

Like a child with a terminal affliction

Your burden is safe with me

I laugh at my own tragedy as I weep

Wrong place, wrong time, same story

This soil holds enough to feel held

Swallowed by the flowers of hell

Invisible hands shove my head into a burlap sack

With warm rope to hang above my God's hole

Lay down, play dead, be a freak

That's where I lost your touch, it must be

Otherwise I wouldn't have a fucking clue

Not with these cards dealt

I swear on this grave, I'm afraid of the end

I'm afraid of the end

I want to show you something

A portal to nothing

Where Ronald Reagan can go suck a fucking

Capitalist cock

And stab the mirror

So we can see me clearer

Crystallized within my man-suit disguise

Blood intent

Jet fuel oil

Back in time

Superman style

With blood intent

And jet fuel oil

I'm back in time

In Superman style

Test drive, baby blue plutonium and

Old Misery burns

Futile noise never could have reached his enemies

How much money are they paying you to be here?

Embodiment of the fucking Antichrist

(But really though)

Epstein didn't kill himself

(He was fucking murdered)

Fear and love have no place here

They're obsolete

Kiddie porn dungeon

Fear, love

Fear, love

Fear, love

I'm just taking pills

Just my pills

Spear-chested, following a path I can change

Annihilation in the sky above the time weaver

Fourth dimension fabric tears the living receiver

Oh, as if my SATs

prepared me for this

Tell the doc I'm just

Taking the piss

At the clinic next to ground zero

Serving up deliverance

Come one, come all

Thoughts and prayers

Swallow your share

Got mine before

You don't care

Came in first somewhere

Buried alive

Kept outside

New place to hide

Baby drop

Sweat shop

Hold me down so that I'll never stop