Yeah, what do you want? Beak or jaws, feathers or fur, sharp teeth or feet with claws,

whatever's preferred. They'll grant you all last request to steady your nerves, then

podcast the body parts get severed and served.

Bring your weak shit where the wall for now, uh, that ain't just a mistake, that's an awful howl,

both of them are known to pull up at your shows.

Have the crowd witnessing a murder like they rolled in with a gang of crows.

Fuck their censorship. Let them see the whole thing.

They stay dressed to kill.

Never sheep's clothing.

Dark enough to turn the sun to the moon.

You'll see nothing nothing all your hears are

half a puff and of expect killings red spilling and flesh ripping impressive in it

the death bringing his head spinning just kidding every word in this songs about two grown men dressed up as a bird and a dog

Oh no fuck hold on hold on hold on hold on your my internet is it my internet is it

it would be awful that we've just been chatting for like 40 minutes I know and

no it's mine is mine I've let you just we've just this is insane

I've gone all jke, hold on.

Let me check it's me.

It's me, yeah.

Is it? It should be alright now, hopefully.

Literally, we've just been talking for half an hour, which is the length of this podcast.

It's no glitch. And then as soon as you start recording, this dickhead just won't work.

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