Pet Weapon - Fetch Lyrics

Stone worn
Skin thin
You're the flames
For dancing in

Ancient
Raging grin
Hearts throb
To unbegin

Do you remember how the Conqueror
Made puppets of the slain?
Parading through the carnage
To pander to disdain

I'll wrap my fist around your tongue
I'll lick your lungs with gasping love
This putrid - mangled body
Is your playground of decay

We're sick with fake magic
Your lips stick spears of dread
We feed lucrative tragedy
Already dead!

All that's mine is a symbol of things
Walk tangled lines of strung-up insect stings

Gnawing at the flesh
Til the mind and body mesh
An awkward poke to check
If your desires are still fresh

I'll stick my foot into my mouth
To keep this shit from going south
Our lidless eyes surveying
Our bodies playing fetch

Choke me by the collar
I'm the pinch of your dollar
In the mortal throes
Of a world getting smaller

We're battle scars
On factory floors
Of distant shores
Of dead-end bars
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
HO
HO
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Ugh!
Ugh!
Ugh!