Wine & Lace - Pagan

Tobacco

Knotted in his gun

While he

Circulate the tree, every step atonement

Our father, my head, it bleeds

Self-inflicted injury

The axe you hold to kill the hare

Silver fur, territory

Nail me to a tree

Wine spills out of me

Hemorrhaging

Blood is thin like a veil

Remove the lace off of your face

Blood is thin like a veil

Remove the lace off of your face

Yours is the kingdom

Yours is the strain

Yours is the glory

Hallowed be thy name

Yours is the kingdom

Yours is the strain

Yours is the glory

Hallowed be thy name

Our father, my nose, it bleeds

This plasticine, buried deep

This line up, I ignite

The eldest one, not yours tonight

Oh

Ahh!

Blood is thin like a veil

Remove the lace off of your face

Blood is thin like a veil

Remove the lace off of your face

So nail me onto a tree

Let the wine hemorrhage out of me

Nail me onto a tree

Let the wine hemorrhage out of me