Tekster:
Locust

Locusts are coming I am the funeral dancer on the outer wave... Spine will twist, heads will cave the outer wave I am the funeral dancer on the outer

of electrical towers Here - there are the shallow graves The shallower romances And the shallowest of words still to be spoken And there you are with open ears Locust

Don't go outside tonight The locusts fill the sky And the devils work is never done And the gypsy curse you wore Can't hurt us anymore As we raise our

and health I've kissed up to God two years, I have focused On the cameos made by the tiger In the valley of the fucking locust Who could ever, who the

Pardon me I'm only bleeding But you cut me To the bone My imperfections Have reduced you To a lowly Animal A part of me Was introduced to you

I was born out my momma ass, Well, I'm as blind as can be, I bought my first shotgun, By the age of three, Said, Fine whiskey and women, oh, By the

Daddy? Yes, son. What does regret mean? Well son, the funny thing about regret is that it's better to regret something you have done than to regret

Call a suicide, come on 17 year locust If not now when? 17 year locust If not now when? 17 year locust If not now when? 17 year locust If not now when

shadow of the world a field of locust swarming down again a field of locust swarming down a field of locust swarming down again a field of locust swarming