Mouth - Fear Before The March of Flames

Sluts in skirts, scattered all over this scrabble board

And it’s no wonder very few words worth using are being played

All this unintelligible squawking is drowning out anything

Worth listening to, so we’re dumbing down everything

And using huge hand gestures trying to get a point across

To the deaf and blind.

Chubby disgusting infants

In a giant damp crib teething and in dire need of a mothers

Rum soaked digit.

Anything to numb anything to encourage

Ignorance.

Anything to put us to sleep

Someone, anyone, take off your shirt and pacify

Make it easy for us to eat, easy for us to sleep

I think we deserve it rephrased!

Someone, anyone, take us out back and put us down!

I think we deserve it

Because it’s not far from pleasure island where this

Pink flesh gets it’s fur.

It’s there that the noise you speak

Can finally be heard.

It will make sense to the rest of

Your four-legged stench-ridden gluttonous kin

You can feel comfortable in your skin

You will feel comfortable in your skin

We’re trying to speak clearly but our voices get

Drowned out by the over-excessive braying and

The always open mouth…