scholar from mothball morty by someone?

lurch through the murk of the closed eye opening
search for the truth bloody river keep flowing
convert to the church of the beast i worship
learn the blessed word of a lord all knowing
purge your wretched flesh of the burden you're cursed with
burst that dreaded mesh with the yearning searches
for perfect word which turn out a sermon
in favor of the flavor that you're immersed in

bruises, bite marks
the truth is relative
scratches, bloodstains
seeping through the negatives
bruises, bite marks
the truth is relative
scratches, bloodstains
seeping through the negatives

no purer flesh than the dead born
head shorn, guess that's a thresh torn leghorn
thread worn wed young bled from the fresh lungs
bred from the best ones, enter the red son
get some says one, come come come
armageddon, says one well hung lead tongue
come come come, armageddon
come come come, armageddon

bruises, bite marks
the truth is relative
scratches, bloodstains
seeping through the negatives
bruises, bite marks
the truth is relative
scratches, bloodstains
seeping through the negatives

chiptune junk jam

• Electronic
• Hip Hop
• chiptune
• noise
• noisepop
• Portland