The Hidden Cameras - Heavy Flow of Evil

Heavy flow of evil
I may be thin I may be old but I don't know
If I can recognize I'm all holes, the holy holes of evil

Take on hate with talk and song and flames
Feed into their mouths a cake we baked with help

Heavy flow of evil
It's in the air it's in the bones but I don't know
Recognize the deep low, the last low
The lonely low the lowly low of evil

Set off trailing but to occupy the way
Colours from your mouth a black rainbow that melts

Heavy flow of evil
I may be Jim I may be Joe but I don't know
Recognize the last whore, the boney ghost of a whore that is evil

Written by:
Joel Gibb

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