Grease King [ft. BingeNinja]
from Not Quite Gods by Ero Guro X The First Seed
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lyrics
[Intro, Ero Guro]
First in the line with blisters on from the north wind
Bullets riddle what's left of burnt skin
Let whole mountains crumble
I don't stop to breathe
I don't stop to breathe
[Verse One, Ero Guro]
Stand with the corpses
All night standing fortress
Nothing no one can force us
And the mumblers mumble to let us know they ignore us
Like they're so important to us
Lest we forget them
And they forged us
Not quite gods
Not quite gorgeous
So give us another drink
Ye, pour up
Get this drunk ass focused -
Fuck us
Binged all night
Woke up broken
Binged all night
Went to work in the morning
Cuz we're broke working class oh man fuck it
Lost the trail, trail off into nothingness
Burn us
Burn us
[Chorus, BingeNinja]
Drowned
I'm sinking up
I fashioned a new crown
It bleeds for me and keeps the wheels turning so I can run you down
But it's not enough
The grease king swallows all
The excrement pays tribute to all that have fallen and that pull you down
[Verse Two, Ero Guro]
Man oh man
Never understood
Man
Under my black wingspan
Limited by my eclipsing hands
Not to grow don't grow
Man
Turn to stone all stone
Man
Break your bones your bones
Man
Break your fucking bones
Man
Break your fucking bones
Man
The queen said
The queen said
"Off with your meds,
Off with your meds"
and who are we now
that we said I miss my old friends
(I feel sick)
Still I miss my dead friends
(I feel sick)
Still I miss my old friends
(I feel sick)
Still I miss my dead friends, still
Still
[Chorus, BingeNinja]
Drowned
I'm sinking up
I fashioned a new crown
It bleeds for me and keeps the wheels turning so I can run you down
But it's not enough
The grease king swallows all
The excrement pays tribute to all that have fallen and that pull you down
First in the line with blisters on from the north wind
Bullets riddle what's left of burnt skin
Let whole mountains crumble
I don't stop to breathe
I don't stop to breathe
[Verse One, Ero Guro]
Stand with the corpses
All night standing fortress
Nothing no one can force us
And the mumblers mumble to let us know they ignore us
Like they're so important to us
Lest we forget them
And they forged us
Not quite gods
Not quite gorgeous
So give us another drink
Ye, pour up
Get this drunk ass focused -
Fuck us
Binged all night
Woke up broken
Binged all night
Went to work in the morning
Cuz we're broke working class oh man fuck it
Lost the trail, trail off into nothingness
Burn us
Burn us
[Chorus, BingeNinja]
Drowned
I'm sinking up
I fashioned a new crown
It bleeds for me and keeps the wheels turning so I can run you down
But it's not enough
The grease king swallows all
The excrement pays tribute to all that have fallen and that pull you down
[Verse Two, Ero Guro]
Man oh man
Never understood
Man
Under my black wingspan
Limited by my eclipsing hands
Not to grow don't grow
Man
Turn to stone all stone
Man
Break your bones your bones
Man
Break your fucking bones
Man
Break your fucking bones
Man
The queen said
The queen said
"Off with your meds,
Off with your meds"
and who are we now
that we said I miss my old friends
(I feel sick)
Still I miss my dead friends
(I feel sick)
Still I miss my old friends
(I feel sick)
Still I miss my dead friends, still
Still
[Chorus, BingeNinja]
Drowned
I'm sinking up
I fashioned a new crown
It bleeds for me and keeps the wheels turning so I can run you down
But it's not enough
The grease king swallows all
The excrement pays tribute to all that have fallen and that pull you down
credits
from Not Quite Gods,
released August 19, 2017
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Aug 2017
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