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flesh produce - dig your pit and get in it lyrics

[intro]
your god is dead
look outside, kid
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
resurrection
never happened

[verse 1]
end it
gluttonous for punishment
don’t believe the government
question it, banish us
free us from this stupid skin
imperfect
that’s what grandma called it
infants
p+ss and spit
living in their excrement

[verse 2]
i’ve been looking all my life
for someone to give a f+ck
god put it inside my b+tt
gifted but a secret
if you know what’s good for you
you should take this to the bank
get up off that bullsh+t
lest you be a cеlibate
delicate
fishing for a complimеnt
sentiment of friendship
f+ck your sh+t
dig your pit and get in it
get in it
get in it
get in it
get in it
[verse 3]
blood+drained, sh+t+stained
hang man, rope swing
t++th pulled, ghost white
red eyes, evil

[refrain]
you want to know the pain of
everything that’s fine
you think you know just what it’s like

[verse 4]
take a look how it goes
you’re a sloppy second angel
fighting in a cage, you hear the snakes rattle
apples falling everywhere, it’s something to throw
be a sinner like me
wash away the burden with these
take one, take three
burn away your effigy with gasoline
’cause it’s holding you down
let them pray for now

[bridge]
where i go
your cold surrounds me
the sound
you’re calling me down
to see you
[refrain]
you want to know the pain of
everything that’s fine
you want to know how
insignificant is life

[verse 5]
way to k!ll the masses
privileged and classist
f+ckin’ fascist
sitting on their asses
waiting out a world war
gonna push the b+tton
sucking on a cold sore
clinking their glasses

[refrain]
you want to know the pain of
everything that’s fine
you want to know how
insignificant is life

[outro]
taking that route
and you follow it down
got them put in their place
’cause you know you got loud
freaking out fate
got it turning around
everyone has faith
but you know it ain’t sound
filling up sp+ce
and they talking too much
my throat is the stick
your hand is the clutch
i just want to breathe air
but you’re sucking it up
don’t be a card they can play
don’t be a, don’t be a

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