Emilio Villaplana - The Plot - (Pickets) lyrics

A gray mist hits.. Sublimity... Shifts from Host to Ghost and back around. A shallow pit, fall dipped in depth. Gripped in... d**h divides Divinity. Paradise.. To a shattered Solace. Words are thoughts; Winged.... Whether a bird, or ring if ever heard; The Knock.. Sing.... In effort to urge, The Flock. Scream if e'er occurred The PLOT ; Leave Blister and Burn it's A Gift and a Curse Don't skip church only to wish once more to Kiss the Earth, but BeFit and Sure not to Miss your pick 'cause The Picket Twists and Turns..... ALOT.