Devil'd Eggs (Maybe I Shouldn't Have Given You That Backrub)

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Original lyrics by Hudson McCain.


It was, by the devil's own hands, deceitful hands that brought us together.
It was crooked staircase that stretched for miles and miles.
Once, we were separate entities. Now, we're under one identity.

You are so clever masked villianee, murder
Don't call me that, I don't go by that name,
I will retain my status
We will remain under my identity
You will hide among the shadows

Await my calling, await the desire to feed,
Wait 'til the thirst is so that it hurts to breathe
And when your lungs have dried
The days grow unbearable
You will be allowed to taste
The flesh of an innocent.

Curse, cursed, cursed hands, no
It can't be, it isn't time
Not already, don't make me watch,
I don't have the stomach for it.

This cancer this hunger devours me
So I must be aware that I allowed it to manifest
I am giving it the will to breathe the will to grow
To consume everything
Until what I was is no more.

Why must I watch?
But it feels so good
To feed the thrist
To cut deep within the flesh of innocence.


from We Are a Breed of Giants, released August 26, 2012
Bonus track is a live performance of The Deer, in another manifestation, called "Dontcha Know".



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