Too Tall Grizzly - Debauchery lyrics

rate me

We can never be anything more

Than a sorry excuse for a fledgling plague

But if we keep it up this way

We'll have em' writhing, have em' running, keep em' all afraid

The coming plague of lusts

Leaves me hard-pressed to whet my tongue,

The flood of my ravenous past is leaving me high and dry

I make no guarantees, this would be hit or miss

But honestly nothing rivals this bastards bliss

We've all pledged our ties

To the insistent wracking of implication

And let the locust set our bones

And rattle the few left in the poisoned mold

A deadman's post-mortem swansong

A masochistic creation of wealth

Born and bred with the illest intention

Vaccinated at the point of conception

I make no guarantees, this would be hit or miss

But honestly nothing rivals this bastards bliss

Sing it like you got no shame,

We're heaven sent we're heaven made

I dipped my toes in the drowning hole

Force-fed from the mouth of blight

We can break these patterns

Of debaucherous nights