Yolkhead - salm of coldLord Lyrics

What is the hyperbolic trajectory
If no more than the flowers of language bloomed elegantly from the tips of your lips
So too the ink cuts deeply as the soul is raised and bleeding
To the taps of the ravens and crows at the window come morning

Who is the Lord of song
As the threshers push through wheat and into the blindness of another year
And who but my father as mother brought violence into the hearts of the dead
When they should be raised and dreaming

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That's the what we're tenin

Who is the Lord of song
As the threshers push through wheat and into the blindness of another year
And who but my father as mother brought violence into the hearts of the dead
When they should be raised and dreaming

Oh, f*ck, goddamnit
I wasn't supposed to read that
And i cant get anything right at all
Cuz I'm a f*ckin machine oh oh oh

Myspace crunkcore shitty f*cking vocals
It's a f*cking cold coldWar
It's a f*cking cold coldLord

Of all the ravens and the crows of morning
I see I see I see the men in the fields when they drop to their knees, I see
Sun in their hearts is like pressed from an angel
No more for the anger, there
Moving the f*cking dumb blind orb
Human, so human, to bathe in that mind was there

Myspace crunkcore shitty f*cking vocals
It's a f*cking cold coldWar
It's a f*cking cold coldLord
It's a f*cking cold coldLord
It's a f*cking cold coldLord
Oh it's a f*cking aaaaaah