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von Death Vessel

With the fowl out of season and plumage too rough
All of you lost to Labor Day is coming to the cuff
I′ll be tampering with foothills, bring on the smoke
'Cause there′ll be hoops to jump through anyways
Empty rooms and bed of leaves


No hushing can be heard through cloud-wards
But in truth Shasta gravitates
Through the devastating stuff
Gravitates
Gravitates

Born uncalibrated, magnetic north
Never split, just different, never backward and forth
Gob-ridden victims squarely retract
To the roof of the Polaroid
To the line electrified track
To the roof of the Polaroid
To the line electrified track