Heavening

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