Ultra-Present, Adolescent
Save us from ourselves
Purify the crowded hallways
With your golden shells
Beat me your only son
Watch how he squirms
Feed me your holy son
Let my bruises burn
Shoot them all
And send their friends to hell
We're on a quick trip
Down to heaven
The gods have left us in a middle hole
As canes are cast to sheep
Our mind is made up
In the image of
A holy sleeping king
Beat me your only son
Watch how she squirms
Feed me your holy son
Let my bruises burn
Shoot them all
And send their friends to hell
We're on a quick trip
Down to heaven
Shoot them all
And send their friends to hell
We're on a quick trip
Down to heaven
Shoot them all
And send their friends to hell
We're on a quick trip
Down to heaven
CHELL ON EARTH - Swallow Lyrics
CHELL ON EARTH - Swallow Lyrics
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Ultra-Present, Adolescent
Save us from ourselves
Purify the crowded hallways
With your golden shells
Beat me your only son
Watch how he squirms
Feed me your holy son
Let my bruises burn
Shoot them all
And send their friends to hell
We're on a quick trip
Down to heaven
The gods have left us in a middle hole
As canes are cast to sheep
Our mind is made up
In the image of
A holy sleeping king
Beat me your only son
Watch how she squirms
Feed me your holy son
Let my bruises burn
Shoot them all
And send their friends to hell
We're on a quick trip
Down to heaven
Shoot them all
And send their friends to hell
We're on a quick trip
Down to heaven
Shoot them all
And send their friends to hell
We're on a quick trip
Down to heaven
Save us from ourselves
Purify the crowded hallways
With your golden shells
Beat me your only son
Watch how he squirms
Feed me your holy son
Let my bruises burn
Shoot them all
And send their friends to hell
We're on a quick trip
Down to heaven
The gods have left us in a middle hole
As canes are cast to sheep
Our mind is made up
In the image of
A holy sleeping king
Beat me your only son
Watch how she squirms
Feed me your holy son
Let my bruises burn
Shoot them all
And send their friends to hell
We're on a quick trip
Down to heaven
Shoot them all
And send their friends to hell
We're on a quick trip
Down to heaven
Shoot them all
And send their friends to hell
We're on a quick trip
Down to heaven
Writer: Spencer Yancy, Chell X, Chase Herron
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: CHELL ON EARTH
Language: English
Length: 4:18
Written by: Spencer Yancy, Chell X, Chase Herron