The Hoof - Underwing

All aspects are changing me, addictions resurfacing

I’m back from delusions while a part of me remains

There I saw an angel, that glistening guillotine

While beheading all the sinners, she made it clear to me

The hoof keeps on burning, trampling

Yearning

Holding the song within

Please count and measure mathematician

We know the number’s eight

Oh baby baby do you understand

The hoof has come to cure us, let’s welcome him again

There’s the devil, the hooded serpentine

Spreading wings from nowhere

Ready to deceive

While the hoof keeps on burning, trampling, yearning

Holding the song within

Please count and measure mathematician

We know the number’s eight

Locus of control begins to fade

Fundamental scales with pressure

Contemplating this sense of

Treasure, spiraling

Calculating the holy pleasure, it’s frightening

It’s frightening

The hoof keeps on burning, trampling, yearning

Holding the song within

Please count and measure mathematician

We know the number’s eight

The number’s eight

You keep

Burning

The number’s eight