Letra
Am I ugly?
Demystify
Is it cultish?
I know all of your names
Is it cloven?
For my heirloom eyes
Bend the grasses
That feels better
Oh no here comes the devil
Or maybe an archbishop in red
Divination is rolling the stone back
Ain't no tongues in the pulpit
Seventeen-hundred pastoral cares
For the children
And their mother's tears
Now sing it
Hunch your body down
Crush your throat in
That feels better
Oh no here it comes
Maybe it saved me
Divination is rolling the stone back
