Skin the Lamb

Peasants, Demons, Fathers How Will You Reign? From the lion on his finger To the script upon his arm Man I wish I wish I wish To fly with dragons in a land apart From the burden on his shoulders To the star up on his palm Man I wish I wish to free the beast So it seems he has succumb Well Leased the being will Deem deceased The Pot still filled with gold As the little gremlin scales the fence Impales the last rainbow Fucked Once his organ has done bled Thy presence hissed away This life to test his pound of flesh's been dealt and swept away Well Leased the being will Deem deceased The Pot still filled with gold As the little gremlin scales the fence then pales the last rainbow Fucked Once his organ has done bled Thy presence hissed away This life to test his pound of flesh's been dealt and swept away Round and round And round and round This fateful story goes So deep the cut sustained Will drain The luck stuck in his grace remains in hate Result residing space up in my brain so full of woes And round and round this fateful story goes Round and round and round and round this fateful story goes Round and round and round and round this fateful story goes Round and round and round and round this fateful story goes Metamorphosis Kill the prophesies Destroy the good in all Reincarnation is the the highest form of perseverance Impose your will as the negative energy exudes from your body Leaving nothing and everything behind