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Drinking Skull

My cry for a fistful of sand Breeds silence Hold me, i'm folding, I can't see land The world just blinks Lead me, I'm stupid from a lesson learned

I used to think it was all in the drink It made him the way that he was He swore he'd change, poured it all down the drain And finally he'd given it

Symbol of the bloodline, mighty fanged skull with wings Rune of Ur's elite, charged with the blood of kings Mindless sub-creatures see it, and understand

hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some money) Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the generals] Let's sell lemonade [Let's drink] Let's poke a hole

By and by the way of an explanation Cast a drift of the shores of shotter's nation I had a lick, it caved my skull in like a brick Oh now what use am

Hideaway, Isle of Aves Lost angels, Silverado Squatters, Sempavirens Hillside, Idlewild, Military Violence Illumination, Illuminated Perfectibilist Alistair Crowley Invoking the Death from the Mist Ordo Templi Orientis a skull

smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts. I know [x4] Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest? If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your skull

have killed somebody Veins in my eyeballs Damage that I've done Veins on the stairways Veins in my skull I visit my friend We have a fight I'm drinking

in the drink, but get this through your skull - don't get caught up in me. And you'll get another chance or another breath, but get this through your skull