Gold Standard Laboratories - Televators lyrics

Just as he hit The ground They lowered a tow that Stuck in his neck to the gills Fragments of sobriquets Riddle me this Three half eaten corneas Who hit the aureole Stalk the ground Stalk the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway Auto-da-fé A capillary hint of red Only this manupod Crescent in shape has escaped The house half the way Fell empty with teeth That split both his lips Mark these words One day this chalk outline will circle this city Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face A room colored charlatan Hid in a safe Stalk the ground Stalk the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway Auto-da-fé A capillary hint of red Only this manupod Crescent in shape has escaped Pull the pins Save your grace Mark these words On his grave [x3] You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway Auto-da-fé A capillary hint of red Everyone knows the last toes are Always the coldest to go