Pablo Arraya - Day of the Baphomets lyrics

Sawing off the pavement Repenting their past lives Might I be the only payment left To be left behind Clay and pigment footsteps Rust it boiling clean Our bull let in linguistics That only we can breathe I gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now Beneath sepulchers Raise your entrails as an offer I gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now Beneath sepulchers Raise your entrails as an offer Fondling with pitchforks In a cattle prodded sea Signaling the sedatives To emaciate their queen Bowing in constriction Anytime you leave We snuffed ourselves an angel And cut her by the wings I gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now Beneath sepulchers Raise your entrails as an offer I gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now Beneath sepulchers Raise your entrails as an offer In my sight I was born To bring d**h at the footsteps of your home Tonight I have sewn All the hair and crooked nails That you all have worn While your wife Sits at home I plant the vermin Because she needs it so How long must we fold by hand The nuns are burning wheels again Dent of mattress to make it bare Come clean with the anecdote After all we came undone Pale of s*uts with host at fault One day we won't pay your debt Our centipedes will get theirs yet Poachers in your home Poachers in your home Poachers in your home Poachers in your home How long must we fold by hand The nuns are burning wheels again Dent of mattress to make it bare Come clean with the anecdote After all we came undone Pale of s*uts with host at fault One day we won't pay your debt Our centipedes will get theirs yet Fold the river by the lips As a cruel and smothered wind Fits the gash with ornaments Dawn is nodding off again Raised the braille to read it clear Gathered by the cholera Rinse the burns in cauldrons Help the palm we see a lens My hands secrete a monument My hands secrete a monument My hands secrete a monument My hands secrete a monument My hands, hands, hands, hands My hands secrete a monument My hands secrete a monument My hands secrete a monument My hands secrete a monument Ooooooooooooooooooh Ooooooooooooooh Ooooooooooooooooooh I am the reason Four your missing child They might be home But there's no trace Under your pillow I have left a spine Oh the things we do When you're away I saw the message That you wrote in the sand Dismembered hints that carve away The anesthetic of your gospel said Put a muzzle on the lamb Put a muzzle on the lamb Give me one page Give me one page Make it blank Mace that I leak Will rain Give me one page Give me one page Make it blank Race I inflict Your way Maybe one day you'll stop and realize The throne that you serve is dead Give me a plague Give me a plague Make it blank Nothing you own is safe