Churchmouth

by Snake Baptist

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released 01 April 2011

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Track Name: The Humorist
Somebody rang the dinner bell out on the killing field,
and we just had to indulge.

A cackling swarm. Feast of your harvested trophies.
We hunt you in packs.

So you better sink your teeth into what you have now.

You can't seem to help yourself. You keep ringing that bell.

We think it's funny, stealing your children in the night.
Track Name: Stigmata Fangs
Wrap your lips around the crucified serpent.

Suck out the poison, like it was the blood you pray by.

Your end swells as you clasp your hands.

Can you shed your skin like all the deadly little things?

On your knees, eyes to the sky, mouth open wide.

Give it to me snake Jesus. Give it here.

Can you shed your skin like all the deadly little things?

Shed.
Track Name: Living Jaws of Life
Death trap.

Serrated mouth. A vice full of fangs.

Murder engine propelled.

If you can see my eyes, then it's too late.

I won't leave any of you to find.

The living jaws will swallow you whole
Track Name: I Drink Your Milkshake
I am an Oil Man. You're just the afterbirth

Slithering out of your mother's filth.

You're a false prophet. God is a superstition.

Stop crying. Stop your nonsense.

I drink your milkshake. I drink it up.
Track Name: Winged Vorhees
I haunt these waters like a ghost.

A winged knife in the dark screaming.

"I am the death dealer, I'm coming"

When you meet the machete that is my face,

your ribcage will be split open wide.
Track Name: Ahab
There she blows.

My eyes fixed off in the distance,

the curtain of fog lifts. And I see you.

You'll never be as big as my appetite.

Of this, you should be gravely concerned.

We're not brothers, I've come to eat you alive.