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southern woods cult - imbecile كلمات الأغنية

look at that imbecile
he won’t believe, you will
damp eyes for putrid filth
he numbs him
i like the path he takes
two closets on his way
he sleeps three times a day
it might incline him to pause one day
the skeletons will pull him in to pick his
brain

who are you hiding in that hat
(mr. magician)
what are your stories for that rat
(don’t trust your children)
how are your shoes still on your feet
(got a bad heart)
where are those voices underneath
(don’t ask me why)

imbecile, oh imbecile
where’s your gall without your bile
the way you lie just makes me sick
so i’m here for you, just wait a while
(don’t touch that dial)
i’m at your door, i shout “police”
your body frozen from your disease
these fragile walls won’t keep us out
if those screams and shouts start to get too loud
you might run to us before we pull you out
who are you hiding in that hat
(mr. magician)
what are your stories for that rat
(don’t trust your children)
how are your shoes still on your feet
(got a bad heart)
where are those voices underneath
(don’t ask me why)

you’re a vision vouching violent
violation of the eyes
your morals make a m_s_ch_stic man
s_d_stic overnight
you’re scared of something secret sobbing
somberly inside your house
but maybe peek upon your precious plywood
floors and ponder how
you’re not a novice narcissistic nimrod
never known to notice
bolts and boards and broken bowls
around your basic b_n_l office
you can hope the hasty haggling homes
nearby will hit their phones
but no one calls the cops on creeps who can’t be seen and know they’re home
do they?
who are you hiding in that hat
(mr. magician)
what are your stories for that rat
(don’t trust your children)
how are your shoes still on your feet
(got a bad heart)
where are those voices underneath
(don’t ask me why)

- southern woods cult

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