If it could be described in words, it wouldn't need to be a song.
pivot cicco raleigh music
Lyrics
Flies In Butter:
Flies in Butter
Fill your head with lice
Didn't have to hit me twice
What kind of game are you playing?
Borrowed sky
why did you fly into your living hell
Smoke dust day
Soon your God will pay as well
Lately there's been evil forming, feeding in your mind
You're not to kind...it's not right
Feel my rage
There's a river running through your veins
Potpourri of death
You give us pain, you sit around and you stare
Borrowed sky
why did you fly into your living hell
Smoke dust die, Why oh why
We're gonna put you in a prison cell
Lately there's been evil forming, feeding in your mind
You're not to kind...it's not right
Feel my rage
The government's been feeling hungry
Burned out shells to scold the morning
Sacrilegious alters burning
Camouflage the sins
And you'll find a way out
Can't find a way
You'll find a way out
Can't find a way
Borrowed sky
why did you fly into your living hell
Smoke dust day
Christ will pay
Feel my rage