Under Your Expired Horns Video (MV)

As the camera went click, in the darkness and I, began, to roll my sleeves up
As she teetered, my groin sent a bird to my loins at the peek of the cotton fabric
As my breath took a glitch my mind started to switch in a relay of truth and craving
I squeezed tight in my grip, to the throne where I sit, perched in pleasures of understanding

Unbeknown to us as I gaped at the ham of her hinds and licked my wicked lips
Like a predator priest prowling choir boy feast this duet is my sweet arrival
I dig sharp into trees messages about we how the embers can turn to ashes so
And i search through my things pandemonium brings all delights into red around me

Count up those things you can touch (that breath). Heartbeats forever 'til you squeeze all love (out of it)

And my scrawlings unique will take place as the pride of the house under your expired horns
The foretelling of tales and my face scratched with nails once belonging to you and your hands
Your demise wasn't sweet you were swept off your feet far out weighed by a mass much greater than you
The hall way splashed in fears which will soon be removed and your memory erased forever

And all that was left were four anxious souls their gaunt ghostly faces prayed for us to their god now
The naked flames hold got out of control their comatosed eyes reflected fire all around
And the sick screams, of the sapp escaping from the beams, it whistled like a siren in a dream

Count up those things you can touch (that breath)
Heartbeats forever 'til you squeeze all love (out of it)
Count up those things you can touch (that breath)
I'd never sell or tell or judge a friend like you've proven to