Lucifer - These Arms Are Snakes

Open positions, and sing songs of love

Then repent against yourself

And swallow your own foot

It stinks like fermentation and I know it’s your brain

Because it’s just like the past

Which I cannot forget

It’s just like

Just like

Just like

Just like… no

Shallow old rotting stiffs

That live in some graves

Perpetuating throw backs

From said such old graves, old graves

It’s just like

Just like

Just like

Just like

Just like

Just like

Just like

Just like… no

I hold aspiration, and it’s in a key

So I count the tickets, oh I count the tickets

I hold aspiration, and it’s in a key

I count the tickets, I count the tickets

I hold aspiration, and it’s in a key

I count the tickets, I count the tickets

It’s just like

It’s just like

It’s just like

… Fire