Too Tall Grizzly - Debauchery Lyrics

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We can never be anything more

Than a sorry excuse for a fledgling plague

But if we keep it up this way

We'll have em' writhing, have em' running, keep em' all afraid

The coming plague of lusts

Leaves me hard-pressed to whet my tongue,

The flood of my ravenous past is leaving me high and dry

I make no guarantees, this would be hit or miss

But honestly nothing rivals this bastards bliss

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We've all pledged our ties

To the insistent wracking of implication

And let the locust set our bones

And rattle the few left in the poisoned mold

A deadman's post-mortem swansong

A masochistic creation of wealth

Born and bred with the illest intention

Vaccinated at the point of conception

I make no guarantees, this would be hit or miss

But honestly nothing rivals this bastards bliss

Sing it like you got no shame,

We're heaven sent we're heaven made

I dipped my toes in the drowning hole

Force-fed from the mouth of blight

We can break these patterns

Of debaucherous nights

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