Follow Me Out

Sick summer seed
Find what's wrong with me
Nasty ung feel like something found and cooked up in the hot of the day

Polluted soul
Akin to seers of old who
Cranked on their lovers
All day long and dug up their graves

We are now taking orders for the sacrifice
Redivision of the dead
They died, but not for me
As I don't live for them

From branch of a sugar pine
Them nuts and ruddy umbels line
The tree I found you hanging from
With blood and guts and queen of cupses
I cut your body down
And spent my days ex-skunk around
The world until the moment came
To travel on and see what's mine

Before I lеave
Take down a messagе for me
That says something's gonna happen
I don't know what
But I know I ain't afraid

Think about decline
Yea come the end of time
And a last look around
Aride through the saloons
Where my fortune was made