Isaac

Pounds of filth, on the back of myself
Evil cannot smile
Tentacles, they are cellular
There's hidden demise

Aren't they nice? Ohh
Aren't they nice? Ohh

Weeks of wait, will the doctor say yes
Or no to us?
Even so, I will always love you
Tomorrow is fear

Ain't it nice? Ohh
My device, it will call
My demise

You pray and hound you cry
Silent whimpers through the night
I know its hard, yet accept that we'll be
What it is, molds of goo
Rotting in my bloodstream
They swim in me

Aren't they nice? Ohh
Ain't it nice? Ohh
My demise



Credits
Writer(s): Omar Rodriguez-lopez
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