A Day In The Death - Johnny Truant

Sniffing glue from the whores tusk let the wax drip through the creases

Oil, dripped from the devils back?

Stealing kisses from butterflies but perverts complete the sequence

Raw, cocaine filled up their hearts

On Sunday nights they feast on blood before delicate poets release their lungs

Everytime It kills me, the oxes flesh rots on so slowly

Magnets in the pigeon feed, a devil inside the chamber breeds

Black daggers and sharper knives, the bees amass within their hives

A sharpened hand and a wooden glance?

We'll taste and scrape!

A day in the death calls for you

A day in the death speaks for you

Yeah, would you give back to heart, I’m bored of promises, I’m cut to pieces

Yeah, would you grant me just one wish, its true we’ve sacrificed for the never

Christ

There’s something in the air, violins and burning blisters

A burning rash that sticks to the prince’s bitter features

Will the crow grant a second wish to its children?

If our politics are locked in foam?

Day I Die

Day I Die

Without precious weapons we’d go far

Back to when the world was just a star

If we were the killer

The pressure would be more than I could feel

Day I Die

Day I Die

The day I die

The day I die