Ratspoder - Existential Bliss Lyrics

Times the slowly marching ease
The crowds beneath my feet

I-I hear their screams in these times
I have no more to grieve
Under the graveyard at night
Under the graveyards big eye

Lethal dose of existential bliss
From my head down to my toes I'm feeling it
Spit all on my face and call it sick

Don't you love me
Wicked out of pocket shit
Down with these witches all
Around the cauldron

I'll send these bitches
Back to the underworld

Can't help what I say
When it pertains to me

I'll hunt you down
I'll hunt you down
I'll hunt you down
I'll hunt you down