Saunguine seas of bigotrynndeath in the sqaundering for nna feat for the king of serpentsnnthe malice in the smognnnnhes wicked hes madnnblood rag clad under his suit (under his sanguine seas of bigotry suit)nnthis malice in the airnnstench of trembling bootsnnnnthe wicked wing it whistles andnngabbles in the rain (and gabbles in the rain)nnyou hear the cries from the graveyardnnthen hide and wait for rainnnnnthese hideous days of malicennsanguine cement torn seanntell me how to listennnthen tell me how to bennnnthen malice in this fornnflaming desert smognnlaw of the sodnnthis page is getting hotternnthis page is getting hotter nnnngrowing everyday less for you and mennsanguine seas of bigotrynnsowing misery the tide has risen over mennsanguine seas of bigotrynnrun run run away try to swim andnnfloat awaynnsanguine seas of bigotrynnwake up in the sea not the place younnwant to bennsanguine seas of bigotrynnnnwhat happened to the ones who camennthrough? nnwhat happened to the one who camennthrough?nndid they find a place to be?nnnngrowing everyday less for your and mennsanguine seas of bigotrynnsowing misery the tide has risen overnntheennsanguine seas of bigotrynnits all about the bigger cloutnnyou got to always heed your guardnnnnso if youve got the short amount nnthen ill see you by the barnnnnsanguine seas of bigotrynnwhat happened to the ones who came nnthroughnnwhat happened to the ones who camennthrough (you hear the cries from the graveyard)nnthe wicked wind it whistles andnngabbles in the rain (you hear the criesnnfrom the graveyard)nnyou hear the cries from the graveyardnnthen hide and wait for rainnnnnthe wicked wind it whisles and nngabbles in the rainnnyou heard the cries from the graveyardnnthe wicked wind it whistles andnngabbles in the rainnnyou hear the cries from the graveyard