Tanks of Flies Lyrics

(and) I had the verbal touch
The silver sliver of nexus
Carved from the b***** water
First-poured
Form drowning
Pulling down the moons and suns
From the thighs of the queen
Of grace and grinding
The b**p, the bribe, the b******
Made me slyly arise
In clouds of candy
And tanks of flies
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(Sounded out the blind
Greet the deaf
With Calvary's cavalry
Thundering from on high
And catching lambs with nooses
I was watching the dread that crept up on me
Whilst I was cheaply sleeping
Cheaply singing as the birds
Die over France
There are four hills, and all say
I HAVE COME TO DRAW YOU TO ME
I HAVE COME TO DRAW YOU TO ME
I HAVE COME TO CALL YOU TO ME
I HAVE COME TO DRAW YOU TO ME
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