Lavatory Service - The Birdview

Creature with no head, just a jade in a bed/stead, game
It's seeking out the way to play better to bait, yeah
All is causing one to lose the garbage of day
To find a stake in a moody dust of the soothing doorway, lay

This is flawless as spark of disgust of your name
Part of freeing's forgotten long way in a bane
This immolation has nothing to do with the rage
Burning limbs are here all fucking over the place

Gentle acid is flowing on your dignity
Which is, by the way, half part of the mortality
Sailing through the sea won't help you at all
Juking around the waves is part of what we call "the home"

Free the kids of your mind, separate from your kind
Damage done by yourself, nothing more than your shell
What we call "pity" is just another form of egoism
Fake fucking moralism, altruism, realism

They've heard you all say
We never made a day
They've you all say
You'll never go away
We've heard you all cringe
At the mistakes of your itch
I've heard we all say
You'll never be the God of your being

Dead people all over the world gain the pity
Of the stupid people with the disguised self-dignity
Helping poor just to get better in the eyes of the thing
They don't trouble 'bout being the meek

Humping on yourself, jumping off the fail
Cliffhanging lives that much better than death
Rotting your mind off, chopping bulk and bluff
Looking at the wall, wasting your mind off, fall to bole (Bole)

Think a fucking day about sorting what's there inside
Brawling species of your life, what a fucking lie
What a fucking lie, what a fucking lie? My lie
Damage is done to your cells - you're castrated - bye

Looking deep inside that glutting white main cry, but
Far heading down just to prove you are prying (Hi)
Mind's just fetching out, turn the fuck around (Bluffing, hired)
Gentle fuckery leads to depression (Bring it in, die)

Come and bring it on, come and bring it here
God's collecting grey matter, it's so sweet and sincere
Phenomenal butchery is going through some of the probes
Sinking kingdom's grace can not be won (Not be won)

They've heard you all say
We never made a day
They've you all say
You'll never go away
We've heard you all cringe
At the mistakes of your itch
I've heard we all say
You'll never be the God of your being

Over
Over

Start it
Puncture the wall

We are hoping
You're not done
We are turning
To a pole
Past and freedom
Joke and love

Falling back into the sea
Fields of snakes, means smile at me
Falling back into the sea
Falling sane and nailing free

Law
Signs
Guts
Love
More
I need more
Time
Files
Sea
Wishing in need
Bluff
Glands
Lost for good
Better stay for good

(See your life in a bird view
Fractures of the immobilised creature, shivering in the fragments of self-indulgent
Blunt is over, you're not hovering
Restricting your thoughts not to reach magma, so crafty
No words, no sanity, no gyrus)

I, through the wales, through the sea
Where nothing is may
Sail, through the wales, through the wings
Where nothing is more
Somewhere from seeking out for me
I throw myself at dump of reasons, wait

Yeah, all alone you shifted out the way
Forged away all the black lights
Fulfilled the blackest of your means
(Still) Approaching to the whispers of "me"

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Lavatory Service

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