Lyrics

Napalm Moth pilot beating lash in outer space
The tiny spirit in the cockpit where I prayed that this whole holy operating system doesn’t fail
Through doubtless shouts give me a cue to drop the weights, in two niche glass the piercing truth began to break, the flood poured in with the night blanket on my face

Some shadow force trench coat knocking at my door, I know, reaching for my 44, signal on the radio, tell your guy I’m ready through the noise, we’re all waiting on you lord, honestly Aberdeen, get another magazine, ebony and see, another creature done been creeping at my door, I get it though, there’s always something we’re not ready for.

o, ou o, here we go.

Got time to think with all your ducks lined in a row
Protect your neck inside your tub rear naked choke
Try to avoid your merging mask, you stub your toe
you got yourself a tailored suit with perfect fit
in rising water, you subdued to nibbling fish
But you look good inside your coffin with my limbs