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prime sinister - take a bow lyrics

stellar rays
a fella sprays in the cellar grade, lemonade haze, it’s a day for the seller pay
the smell of spray is the fragrance that serenades bas+m+nts of vagrants and s+d+sts and renegades
they headed straight to the gate as they bettered fate, placing a payment to masons for severed slates
they detonate all the places that levitate, feigning and staining the day that the terror breaks

festering
testing of the wesson he’s indentured in, wrestling the lessons, it’s a testament to mescaline
pestering, resting in fluorescence with a jester’s grin, entering the session as the vessel he’s successful in
gentle king, central in his mental was the menthol sting, gesturing and peddling confessions with a pencil swing
censoring, embezzling the devil with a nectarine, mentoring potential, he’s resentful as the rental spins

take a bow, take a bow
take a bow
and cow tow to the sounds of the now
round to the crown with a pound of the loud
ground it and mount it, it’s hounding the drowned

he listened, heating up the old soup
his gold tooth was positioned from the eating of the cold food
he’s to be christened in the rose hues
of dole queues, he’s conditioned to the meeting with his old blues
it’s his suspicion, and he holds clues
that his beating of his demons was a mission for his soled shoes
for he envisioned that his soul moves
in position, it has stiffened but his mission was to hold fuse
he’d treat remission as a gold boom
as mould grew on condition it was treated as a bold move
a deep division as his prose oozed
a cold bruise from the gritting and admitting it’s an old wound
a weeping vision of a joke loomed
his own room, a collision of ambition and an old feud
his disposition was his cold stew
in its deficiency, existence was imprisonment for old fools
doubt besets
he’ll reap reason from a drought cassette, he’d sleep, leaving his achievements in a mount of debt
he’d sleep, breathing in an ounce of ket, he’ll keep treason as a feeling, he was leaving as a malcontent
he’d keep wheezing as he’d mount regret, he’ll meet creatures and their demons that were heaving from a shouted bet
he’ll heat, steaming up the alphabet, he’s weak, dreaming in the heathens that were seething but without regret

take a bow, take a bow
take a bow
and cow tow to the sounds of the now
round to the crown with a pound of the loud
ground it and mount it, it’s hounding the drowned

- prime sinister lyrics

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