The Nab Munch Is On

Drool from an inferior face
With features drawn by a trembling hand
A thing born only of ill-fortune

I stand tall with pride
And you're getting old, and you're not alone
Ears of a savior are deaf to you

I know that you know the nab munch is on

My new friends
All mixed up in a throbbing mass
I see you as my collection

I know that you know the nab munch is on

Crawl (x3)
Grind (x3)

Find your way back to me
A white hot crypt built with divine grace
No this is not the right place for you

I know that you know the nab munch is on

All you can say for yourself
After all of those years
Sucking that spoon once used to stir minds into soup
A warm, thick, welcoming broth
For more tender beasts to sip from
Poisoning what chance at achievement they might have
Until all but the strongest are left writhing and lashing
And wincing from your debilitating tricks
While your delusions continue to build
Stroke after stroke with that wild-eyed hunger
That only a dog can read