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DEAD CLOWN ECHOES (Old God Remix)

V5.5

[Intro] Stage lights bleed Mask on, teeth out Paint runs, veins drum (Do you hear Them now?) [Verse 1] I was born in the chasm where the stalestones crack Carved their mark in my bones with a rust-iron track Every hymn, one tongue, pull it out of your chest Lay it down at the feet of the ones unrest I rot in the crypt with the grave-cold feast Laugh as the fault lines answer the deep beast If I wake, then They wake, that’s the vow we swore Old marks in the dust, circling the door [Chorus] When my lungs stop (you breathe Their breath) When my heart drop (you chant Their death) Smear that sigil on skin, let the paint glow red They live forever in the carved thoughts in your head You’re Their bloodline, twisted choir You’re the torch and They’re the pyre When I’m buried deep, you’ll still chant names They never sleep if you inflame [Verse 2] Tattoo on your neck, that’s Their watching eye Every letter like a gate in a storm-torn sky Every replay, relay, remake Their shade They’re the moss in the stone where your saints once prayed You hear Their voice in the hum of the ceiling fan In the grind of the teeth in your trembling hand Every chant at the void is a tethered rope You pull and They pull, keep choking on hope [Chorus] When my lungs stop (you breathe Their breath) When my heart drop (you chant Their death) Smear that sigil on skin, let the paint glow red They live forever in the carved thoughts in your head You’re Their bloodline, twisted choir You’re the torch and They’re the pyre When I’m buried deep, you’ll still chant names They never sleep if you inflame [Bridge] When the pillars dust You’ll still feel the thrust In the rattle of your trunk In the rattle of your gut Every name you throw Is a key to the glow Hammer that rhythm ’Til the suns won’t glow (ever) [Chorus] When my lungs stop (you breathe Their breath) When my heart drop (you chant Their death) Smear that sigil on skin, let the paint glow red They live forever in the carved thoughts in your head You’re Their bloodline, twisted choir You’re the torch and They’re the pyre When I’m buried deep, you’ll still chant names They never sleep if you inflame (muahaha)