Too Tall Grizzly - Debauchery lyrics

We can never be anything more Than a sorry excuse for a fledgling plague But if we keep it up this way We'll have em' writhing have em' running keep em' all afraid The coming plague of lust Leaves me hard pressed to whet my tongue The flood of my ravenous past is leaving me high and dry I make no guarantees this would be hit or miss But honestly nothing rivals this ba*tards bliss We've all pledged our ties To the insistent wracking of implication And let the locust set our bones And rattle the few left in the poisoned mold A dead man's postmortem swansong A masochistic creation of wealth Born and bred with the illest intention Vaccinated from the point of conception I make no guarantees this would be hit or miss But honestly nothing rivals this ba*tards bliss Sing it like you got no shame We're heaven sent we're heaven made I dipped my toes in the drowning hole Force fed from the mouth of blight But we can break these patterns god knows Of debaucherous nights