Bog Body

Everything you wanted in a strewn pile What's left of your will on a funeral pyre You can take it if you wanted to be left behind From a dark murky water in silver time Encoded in a coating of a loving slime When the omen has unloaded will you still be mine In the dusk where you wander Just to the side Lust for a yonder where the hills run high Keep me on your shoulder Pull your apple from my eye And fantasize of my infanticide Adjust the hulls a hundred and thrust through my design Cast my arms asunder cross your outside Enjoy my anointment and my battered cry Refreshing holy water with a lime Everything you wanted in a strewn pile What's left of your will on a funeral pyre You can take it if you wanted to be left behind From a dark murky water in silver time Encoded in a coating of a loving slime When the omen has unloaded will you still be mine Everything you wanted in a strewn pile What's left of your will on a funeral pyre You can take it if you wanted to be left behind From a dark murky water in silver time Encoded in a coating of a loving slime When the omen has unloaded will you still be mine In the dusk where you wander Just to the side Lust for a yonder where the hills run high Keep me on your shoulder Pull your apple from my eye And fantasize of my infanticide Adjust the hulls a hundred and thrust through my design Cast my arms asunder cross your outside Enjoy my anointment and my battered cry Refreshing holy water with a lime Everything you wanted in a strewn pile What's left of your will on a funeral pyre You can take it if you wanted to be left behind From a dark murky water in silver time Encoded in a coating of a loving slime When the omen has unloaded will you still be mine