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The Parish
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The sun sets on a putrid face
Twisted spine with rusted plates
Gris Gris and a juju man
Send you back to a promised land
12 stones at the foot of your door
Kneel down with your face to the floor
Grim reaper, whore feeder
Warn your kids of a wolf in the woods
brother and sister
blood with blood
father and daughter
swallow the flood
the creole kings
snails in dust
the sister sings
unclean lust
The old book we follow its law
burn em all and you’ll find the flaw
Skin breeder, lip reader.
Strap em down and feed him the lye
I’m not sick
No, I’m not sick
Take em down to find the black pools
Yellow light, treasure for fools
Hang. Hang that mirror
What are you now….but dead in the ground?
I’m not sick, I'm just fucked, in my own way
What are you now….but dead in the ground?
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