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

Okay, welcome once again.

Yo, it's the war for now, 7 a.m.

great, because... I'm just going to jump in here actually and say my energy to...

Number one, I'm trying to be quiet because I'm right below, Grace is better.

And although Grace, for the last two weeks has sort of found it quite a cool thing to wake me up at 3 a.m.

for a sort of conversation and a feed, I now will get in trouble if I wake her up.

So she's waking up at 3M because she knows you probably hungry.

What is she also stuff she's giving you?

Look at a bag of what's it,

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