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von Vore Complex

Pull it out
Pass it on
Hold it
Pass it on
Work it, work it, work it
Fill it with the fucking things you need
For it to need
To sing your song

Pull it out
Pass it on
Work it, work it, work it
Down the line and along
When you can
And you can
And that charge remains strong
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on


When the rest turns out wrong
And your breast turns to stone
And its best is a blessing
You′ve carved in alone
And the West of the skyline is cleaved by stacked bone
And the blind dust screams bleak up the corpses of thrones
And when grim artisans nail the dusk to its breath
And a crass serpent Chaos empties glass in its chest
When your sickle hands hack out to haul down the stars
If its eyes retch away in a strangle of bars?

Pulled it out
Passed it on
Worked it, worked it, worked it
Worked it, worked it, worked it
Pulled it out
Worked it, worked it, worked it
Passed it on
Down the line and along

Pull this out
If you know
When you know
When it's right
To let go

Pull this out
Pass it on
Down these nerves
Though the snow
In coiled streams underneath
To the roots of this road


Pull it out if you can if you know
Pull it out if you can if you want it to know
Work it, work it, work it
Pass it on
Pass it on

Or you′re wrong
Or you're wrong