Redundant slaps
On a wooden table
You wouldn't breed unless you thought
You weren't able
Of course i knew
You were always right no thanks,
Nor apologies it's sound advice
Happy who you are?
Carve it in a stone
Happy who you are?
Put it to
Slay the hydra
Redundant slaps
On a wooden table
You wouldn't breed unless you thought
You weren't able
You're always itching
It's as timely as death
I want to feel you breathe on the taut
Of my neck
Your the sour creed with insatiable greed your the beast
In the god i can't breach slay the hydra