wyrm - 2 $ERPENT$

Nobody can bind better than two misfits
Wandering in mausoleum diamond districts
Casually vandalizing the exhibits, yeah yeah
Cryptocurrency moonlighting on mechanics, yeah
No beasts can bind better than two serpents
Listening to animalistic intuition
But somehow you're still practicing
Oh you're religious, yeah yeah
As we're still sharing body heat
Tripping
East of Eden
God, we don't fit in
But the secret's, the secret's he knows that
We're tempted either by our poison or your redemption
But wasn't it a bit sadistic to put them in the same garden
Were you drunk, yeah, you beautiful man or woman
Burning down the foliage 'cause
We gon seize a little piece of heaven, yeah
We are the descendants
Making our own happiness
With our wings torn off
Sarsaparilla bottles in the rubble
Over the corpses of nobles
Popping the bubble of mass media
With misadventures and flaws
We struggle to stay out of trouble
But it's not our fault
That we're monsters
And I know that she loves me stone cold sober
Despite the fact we don't match each other
The mood set amorous, yeah
To commit the indecent overexposure she said that she needed
Cause we don't fuck with no cliques
Our clothes on the floor like molted skins
Molted skins, yeah
Nobody can bind better than two misfits
Wandering in mausoleum diamond districts
Casually vandalizing the exhibits, yeah
Cryptocurrency moonlighting on mechanics
But no beasts can bind better than two serpents
Listening to intuition, intuition
But somehow you're still practicing
Oh you're religious, yeah yeah
As we're still sharing body heat
Yeah wait, yuh
We don't share the same niche
You wear three too many rings and skinned a fiend to make a shirt
Color palette's viper green
Venom dye mixes with dirt
From bare skins of an internet culture, tryna get away from cigarette vultures
Ooh wait
You radiate anarchy (You're smoldering)
Chasing the thrills from killing kings
Chucking Molotovs at the throne
Toppling modern Rome with glee
Riot
Sarsaparilla bottles in the rubble
Over the corpses of nobles
Popping the bubble of mass media
With misadventures and flaws
We struggle to stay out of trouble
It's not our fault
That we're monsters
And I know that she loves me stone cold sober
Despite the fact we don't match each other
The mood set amorous
To commit the indecent overexposure she said that she needed
Cause we don't fuck with no cliques
Our clothes on the floor like molted skins
Molted skins, yeah
Nobody can bind better than two misfits
Wandering in mausoleum diamond districts
Casually vandalizing the exhibits
Cryptocurrency moonlighting on mechanics
No beasts can bind better than two serpents
Listening to animalistic intuition
But somehow you're still practicing
Oh you're religious yeah yeah
As we're still sharing body heat

Written by:
Chanho Yoo

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