Catacombs

Lark throated spit through beaks tonight

These gagging chirps were written in disguise

What's that sound?

Caskets floating

Hey you, did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb

And you would you ever attempt to kick from inside this womb

Hey you, would you ever attempt the excavation of these fossils

And in case you haven't noticed, we're already dead

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

Pendulum swing through tantrum slits

This scalpel's gaze untamed won't feel romantic

What's that sound?

Caskets floating

In laymen's terms sewn through matrimony

Hey you, did you ever intend to

Hey you, did you ever intend to

Hey you, did you ever intend to

Hey you, did you ever intend to

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage

What's that sound coming?

What's that sound I hear coming?