Megalomaniac

From the dust, hundred forty-three one

Fell in the circle of the world like a flower bud

A million marbled mouths all blinking

Moon of milky briar blooms sleeping

Blithy flies swarm a swift pull trigger

Lift me off the ledge, lick the sticky liquor

Don't let him in, don't let them call your number

Won't you hold my hand as I go under?

Ooh, come a little closer

Ooh, same as the last

Ooh, megalomaniac

Cut my tongue, better watch your back

Eye to thigh as he sharpens his blade

Thick sweat, sick salt, lead belly aches

I don't know what I've been drinking

Dripping dread as all the lights start scrеaming

Seven inch steel bolt fed to thе head

Now is then and I am now bound to forget

The devil wears a cotton dress over his gun

Jagged mumbles wispy warbles blushing in the sun

Ooh, come a little closer

Ooh, same as the last

Ooh, megalomaniac

Cut my tongue, better watch your back

Ooh, come a little closer

Ooh, same as the last

Ooh, megalomaniac

Cut my tongue, better watch your back