Crypto

Tongues planted in the cheeks of toothy Totenkopf grins

Sowed parallel to canines whistling to birth a nation

It's one solution, I guess

Oh, absolution is the only reward you'll confess

Paid as lent to your guardian nothing

Written checks just to say you're well spent

Outlined in chalk, your numbers and ratios

Only zeros and ones in the end

I wanna soil your blood

To uncrete altars, teeth nash on

What joy in torches snuffed?

Heads figured fallen preach that on

I'd wanna soil your blood

But what's been said won't crease that arm

If you say that nothing's lost

Why feign departial, crypt that tongue?

Discharging like a seed

Whose yield is its own famine

Thin veils of ivory

Drape loose from olive branches

A sexless matrimony of impact and intent

Arm's length just out of reach

Bluffing on folded hands

When poker faces recoil

Who's playing the next hand?

It's a roundtable set to go-merry

Vanilla abstracts frame the scene

A seasonless feast for the tasteless

Pearly whites rot from too many sweets

I wanna soil your blood

To uncrete altars, teeth nash on

What joy in torches snuffed?

Heads figured fallen preach that on

I'd wanna soil your blood

But what's been said won't crease that arm

If you say that nothing's lost

Why feign departial, crypt that tongue?

Oh, the casualty of casualties

Oh, the casualties of casualty

Oh, the casualty of casualties

For some cheap crypto-Valhalla for hellhounds

Heresy to your fabricated savior

Tryna sell me, you know what's divine

Broken down to pills like you've swallowed

Just fourteen words at a time

Must secure to your dimly-lit smokescreens

Where the downtrodden play as untread

Deny the tide, it doesn't matter

Stay left in its wake come the time you see the skin shed

I wanna soil your blood

To uncrete altars, teeth nash on

What joy in torches snuffed?

Heads figured fallen preach that on

I'd wanna soil your blood

But what's been said won't crease that arm

If you say that nothing's lost

Why feign departial, crypt that tongue?