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the storm Your words are cuneiform And no one is safe from the storm Your words are cuneiform And no one is safe from the storm Your words are cuneiform
the storm Your words are cuneiform And no one is safe from the storm Your words are cuneiform And no one is safe from the storm Your words are cuneiform
It's not a heart attack baby, it's just a universe drawn in your hand No it's not a heart attack, so wait for me baby, it's just cuneiform drawn in
used were like cuneiform I gave my life away It’s too late I’m getting deeper in my hate Gave my life away It’s too late It was over before eighth grade
dread Something older than time And the sudden light pours over her And she sees visions of cuneiform Sumerian words begin to make sense The Language
nonsense Pinafore Then I can write a washing bill in Balylonic cuneiform And tell you every detail of Caractacus's uniform In short, in matters
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinapinafore Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform And tell you ev'ry detail
Strange tales Scribbled on a uniform Strange tails Scribbled down in cuneiform (It had been written) You had (to get in) You know a cat'll play
from that infernal nonsense Pinafore. Then I can write a washing bill in Balylonic cuneiform, And tell you every detail of Caractacus's uniform; In
commerciality Coherent, match and blazing cuneiform wide open Sales pitch, high pitch, noise Brakes too soft to burn, envisage this Signal ad, signal ad,
in a bedroom Oozed in a brand new cuneiform Barely commune with the horde Got a whole grey scale ungluing his world Might zone out to the yap
Crepuscular Being Nergal king Cuneiform Carvings Speak of Death Nergal, lord Nergal I bestow unto you A great monument in stone A statue for your glory God
a specter a spectator at a spectacle I realize at best either I'm dead weight or detestable. An ancient relic - spell it out in cuneiform Thanks for the well
still in pounded Cuneiform curator ill-informed to listen All according to the source Uniform decision Can you afford to miss it The coup that you been
who really inside it Ascribe like it’s cuneiform writing To deny like a UFO sighting Would be frightening to the psyche But likely right back to what
of the storm If kept together we can feather every form Whether better read lost or in cuneiform Let the pages sit silently in solace Only break their presence
We gone make it rite, we gone take the night By storm Imma scribe this in cuneiform I’m in a tribal uniform, play the horn Call me unicorn, ain't no
tablets in the layers of clay Cuneiform translated Then later taken away and detained Adapted over the ages In fact, it it’s just some date changes Capture
bastards Blind worship of a uniform Never noticed calm before the storm Broken bones Left in cuneiform Awakened youth Here comes the swarm Sacred
help you Build a city from a swamp Perfume is burning corn The message cuneiform Jade around my neck Serket burned curvature Dance around my flesh
missing What else can I say From my Hanging Gardens I speak In eye-shaped cuneiform You're not Enki crossing my creek I'm queen, but not your whore So
philosophy Oh, how it goes when the river runs right through (The river runs right through you) Cut my losses in cuneiform The fruit tastes like it did before
la, la la la La la, la la la, la la la Cuneiform, Babel Tower, Hammurabi code No one knows how elders taught people to curb desire People forget People
Tell us more In Babylon As ancient tongues Forced to make meaning In digital cuneiform Circles and lines Birth a world into being Losing language
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