SPAHN RANCH - “The Coiled One” ***All lyrics as they appear in the liner notes***

I could see the other end repeat as necessary a beam shown divided shaded over screens in the presence of visuals covered and drawn in watched it’s repetition siphoning

in the corners locusts rotating empty me feeding

concieved the believing as parted or programmed plans of obsolescence inhaled again do you see it’s face? or the masters orders they consumed the maker over again

in the corners locusts rotating empty me feeding

pull the curtain over the head blackened by all the needs feel the grift that sent them to god belief in another the carbine is lifted *Athan sings more lines here than what is listed in the liner notes* the masters have all been anointed

melted wing and prayer as angels would say built to erase your coldest trace you’re like a movie now melted wing and prayer pulled the curtain over the head heard the voice that pitched screaming filling your jar with all the hatred the masters among us and we are anointed

pull the curtain over the head blackened my life with all such needs feel the grift that sent them to god belief in another the carbine is lifted

breathing an image unrivaled in this form planned movements another to detonate open valves restraint enter the play watched it all unfold in parts assembled solely

vortex blacken the view

torque and screw exhaust and opinion the deeper the ulcer control the situation the level of hate taught by experts a bag of pieces embodied before me

seen this before infrastructure

the corner of decision sedatives labor shift driven by caustic reason sent the spleen directing

the answer came from the gun interruption

taped mouths in the process replay the firing order

control of the body do as they say the suture marks crushed the lights on the face

your plan devised a battery of words where feuled by self the cavity is formed an injected study played out all calloused left lifeless in the process

it’s mark is deep

severed ends side a filled syringe to belt before as a raising vain built illusion pushing pins a pall set waiting

from the hanging cages radiate the forgers pen was taken for the caning you’ll get to know the game as the torturer pleases the levels of the thieves multiply and seed the bleeder attached mutation drain the movement

that can burn this is your test in the hanging cages

passed the fluid bodies written by a deadly pen a sedative induces you’ll get to know the game switched caught with restraining the body broken in amusement a positional list drain the movement

the mass curtains and tape plagued time and again an exposed chordal scrape walking in television the skins pulled over the shades your guide with accuracy consumption mirrorworld intentional lines

a bruising scorecard statistics new manuals sold in sections

the eyes quite sanely reach to explain the bruising year of mindset and frame in sevens synthesized in perfect form concrete and indifferent a sudden shift aggravated triggers in their midst so affected by all this

twist the screw

a chain of serpents passing judgements competing races sarin for a prized veiled drug charming as a third rail barely pulsed prepared a winding sheet the parasites manual read always a toll