Shade him in iron bars
Sentenced to cells where the edges blend
Chain him, gag him
He's handsome, pretty ransom
Drag out his tongue
What are these cells? Shaded iron
The edges all blend into one another
Up close they're unique
Pull away; they're part of something bigger
Shouldered by guards and tossed on the red
A peasant cries; birds burst from pie
A pointed yellow crown stares down at us
Regain my liquid for his majesty
Unknown shoe
You've wandered in crisis and you know it's national
Feed the dog, turn the cog
Workers drown their log
You need thicker fog
And I know how
You're gonna get it for me
You know that I know that I have your sole
I need aqua vita and you will find it all
A sole for their spirits 'cause their spirits ain't in it and if they ain't in it they're not real wood
Escape with demand
On we go, waterless world, on we go
On we go
The universe is a discrete space made up of a dodecahedron with a twelfth face
Dot.Organ - King Twig Lyrics
Dot.Organ - King Twig Lyrics
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Shade him in iron bars
Sentenced to cells where the edges blend
Chain him, gag him
He's handsome, pretty ransom
Drag out his tongue
What are these cells? Shaded iron
The edges all blend into one another
Up close they're unique
Pull away; they're part of something bigger
Shouldered by guards and tossed on the red
A peasant cries; birds burst from pie
A pointed yellow crown stares down at us
Regain my liquid for his majesty
Unknown shoe
You've wandered in crisis and you know it's national
Feed the dog, turn the cog
Workers drown their log
You need thicker fog
And I know how
You're gonna get it for me
You know that I know that I have your sole
I need aqua vita and you will find it all
A sole for their spirits 'cause their spirits ain't in it and if they ain't in it they're not real wood
Escape with demand
On we go, waterless world, on we go
On we go
The universe is a discrete space made up of a dodecahedron with a twelfth face
Sentenced to cells where the edges blend
Chain him, gag him
He's handsome, pretty ransom
Drag out his tongue
What are these cells? Shaded iron
The edges all blend into one another
Up close they're unique
Pull away; they're part of something bigger
Shouldered by guards and tossed on the red
A peasant cries; birds burst from pie
A pointed yellow crown stares down at us
Regain my liquid for his majesty
Unknown shoe
You've wandered in crisis and you know it's national
Feed the dog, turn the cog
Workers drown their log
You need thicker fog
And I know how
You're gonna get it for me
You know that I know that I have your sole
I need aqua vita and you will find it all
A sole for their spirits 'cause their spirits ain't in it and if they ain't in it they're not real wood
Escape with demand
On we go, waterless world, on we go
On we go
The universe is a discrete space made up of a dodecahedron with a twelfth face
Writer: Dot.Organ
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid