Meatbodies Scavenger
Keep me up, dead by light.
Call me up, call it trite.
You know I'm lonely, the stones keep rolling.
Sisyphus had it right, tonight.
-Instrumental-
Pick your teeth with my bones.
Deliver me far from home.
My one & only, or so you told me.
Fill me with silicon, you know..
That you're a
Scavenger. x4
The only one you'll know..
-Instrumental-
Dash me against the stones.
Leave me dead on the road.
Without a warning, it's Sunday morning.
Ignore the pleas on your phone, you know..
That you're a
Scavenger . x8
The only one you'll know.
Violent time is marching on
Violent time is marching on(x3). x2
-Instrumental-
Ahh. x4
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Scavenger. x8