Bokor Seven Teeth Playfair (Out Of The Pit Of Oblivion) Lyrics

host to, a vessel to the swarm the immaculate, indifferent intruders you must be, I'm sure you'll be calm grateful peaceful, now

you will bow down submit yourself keep your head down and wake into the mornings into the pale dawns in the bright light the deep gloom of your waywardness and your pitifulness

you're so small now under the microscope unimportant a waste of time and space

angels in white swarm in their nests behind or outside the armoured glass the naked bars the cold walls of heaven leaving their fortress only

with their needle hands high and their prying gazes seeing everything within through doors forever shut

better the silence you know than the deaf Quiet Chatter constant batter pouring out of their faces, out of their eyes flood so bond to The Family
you are diseased flawed and worthless tarnished and broken none of you count

strange little babies are born every hour twisted, convulsive and foul the magic that lives in the frontal lobes tourettic, divided, unknown you end your suffering here and now in the playground of Seven Teeth

sleep with us now hold the hundreds within all the wasted under the knife safe and sound in their places playing with your treasures now hidden in plain sight shovel the dirt with your bare hands, bare hands

run the procedure office hours, breakthroughs cost effective visionary frontier research stabilize and end the pain all worries will wither out, you'll be as new

please let them cure your pre-frontal lobes we reach in through the eyes we go in just below the eyelid