Goliath

Album: The Bedlam In Goliath (2008)
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  • That night I remember what you slipped in my glass
    We came rewinding when
    I foamed at the mouth while the lights winked at me
    And now my shape is kept
    The rain it can't hide, wash the pain from this hex
    Is it so permanent?
    Did she catch a left eye when it blinks three times
    Or once just to seal you in?

    In your drunken breath did it stain like us
    In place of poison heat?
    I gotta rid this world of your intention
    Swap the corpse in the casket

    Give me that corpse, please
    The one that tore nightly
    I really want it now
    Fold the arms slowly
    Don't want you to hold me
    It fits just like a glove
    Does he make you feel alright?

    When I seep inside your truth
    Through suspicious little coughs
    You sank your nails inside a key
    While the door you shut closed up
    The black stockings you kept
    Smell of wet cigarette
    Torn of lust that you could not keep
    I have slept inside your fault
    To have you keep me hear on this leash

    For the rest of your pets
    I will feed to this theft
    As we consummate the vows of defeat
    And when you pray for an end to this
    I do believe this is eternity

    Give me that corpse, please
    The one that tore nightly
    I really want it now
    Fold the arms slowly
    Don't want you to hold me
    It fits just like a glove
    Your closet is bulging
    White marrow withholding
    Does it make you feel alright?

    Give me that corpse, please
    The one that tore nightly
    I really want it now
    Fold the arms slowly
    Don't want you to hold me
    It fits just like a glove
    Your closet is bulging
    White marrow withholding
    Does it make you feel alright?

    Yeh-eh-y-eh
    Yeh-eh-y-eh
    Yeh-eh-y-eh
    Yeh-eh-y-eh

    Never heard a man speak like this man before
    Never heard a man speak like this man before
    All the days of my life, ever since I've been born
    Never heard a man speak like this man before
    Watch me now

    Say it, say it, say it loud
    Say it, say it, say it loud
    Hold your heavy burden
    In a pocket full of drink that I have drunk
    Spit the remnants in your direction
    This is the closest to any kingdom that you will come

    I'm starting to feel a miscarriage coming on
    It's numbing a stump clearing in my throat
    And I just can't lose grip of it
    She fumigated my mental hygiene
    I'm all out of pulse but I know you can resuscitate me

    Never heard a man speak like this man before
    Never heard a man speak like this man before
    All the days of my life, ever since I've been born
    Never heard a man speak like this man before

    Yeh-eh-y-eh
    Yeh-eh-y-eh
    Yeh-eh-y-eh
    Yeh-eh-y-eh

    Never heard a man speak like this man before
    Never heard a man speak like this man before
    All the days of my life ever since I've been born
    Never heard a man speak like this man before
    Watch me now Writer/s: Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez
    Publisher: MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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  • Jack from Baltimore, MdThis song was also originally released at a slower tempo with different lyrics on an Omar Rodriguez Lopez solo record named "No Dice Bisonte, No Buffalo" under the name "Rapid Fire Tollbooth"
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