Heavening Lyrics

Disappear into
Corinthian folds

There is no villainous trade
It was never yours in the first place
(Idea onto)
Tape a swan, To the side of
To the side of the c**e machine

(the coffin being)
Tape a swan, To the side of
To the side of the-uh-uh uh

(duller down on)
Tape a swan, To the side of
To the side of the c**e machine

(to the dirt)
Tape a swan, To the side of
To the side of the-uh-uh uh

Is it her?
Or is it you?
Don't hide the rhythm, grim, never, the black barbed lanterns
Twirls out as big
(Idea onto)
Tape a swan, To the side of
To the side of the c**e machine

(the coffin being)
Tape a swan, To the side of
To the side of the-uh-uh uh

(duller down on)
Tape a swan, To the side of
To the side of the c**e machine

(to the dirt)
Tape a swan, To the side of
To the side of the-uh-uh uh
Don't hide the rhythm, grim, never, the black barbed lanterns
Twirls out as big

(Idea onto)
Tape a swan, To the side of
To the side of the c**e machine

(the coffin being)
Tape a swan, To the side of
To the side of the-uh-uh uh

(duller down on)
Tape a swan, To the side of
To the side of the c**e machine

(to the dirt)
Tape a swan, To the side of
To the side of the uh uh