Bad Twins (feat. Bern and the Bastards)

In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it's the bad twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it's the bad twins It's the Bad Twins And they 'bout to play your area Meant to come correct But they came to bring hysteria Swear to god they scary they Just quick to pick the carrion Harried by Erebus You can't compare the burials Parry y'all queries and hurry it on up Staring at the stereo; variable drugs Worry or don't worry: there's really no difference Your cherry picked theories: they just don't add up You just been corrupt by facts based on fiction Acts based on friction, flames ate subscriptions Erase all trace of proper diction Replaced with hate spake, that tastes of the crypt Flip the killswitch on careers we ain't deal with We touch your feelings, but the gears ain't in gear yet Their tears say they fear vets Ain't no shame in they game when they came to play against the bad twins It's the bad twins It's the bad twins It's the bad synonyms It's the bad twins It's the bad twins It's the bad twins It's the bad synonyms It's the bad twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it's the bad twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it's the bad twins It's the others the shutter brothers that got ya suffering The rocks that put the cracks in the rudder And then sunk the notes of dopes Who hoped to compose, but don't need to touch a pen Just get back under your covers, then The boogeymen won't fill your plot full of holes Or, clip-clop, plod the horsemen through your goals. Oh no Old foes are fodder for new souls A blessed foal grows by the echo of death throes Death rolls on a second from death row Death row records a legend and debts owed Get bowled over allegedly, yet so I met no better and veterans better know I dead clones. I've bed ghosts and dragons I rid this host of sins and maggots And I fed these souls with hymns and bragging With a matchstick grin it's the bad It's the bad twins It's the bad twins It's the bad synonyms It's the bad twins It's the bad twins It's the bad twins It's the bad synonyms It's the bad twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it's the bad twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it's the bad twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it's the bad twins In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast And the fact the deceased may never find peace When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs We will stack up the dead it's the bad twins