The trials! letra

It wasn't gravity, it was the witches.
Make your fingers into pillars
hold all the stomachs in this town,
they can't stomach anymore.
The wood on these trees smell like skin now
and old fires are full of carpenter stories,
where they push plastic nails through their smiles.
It wasn't gravity, it was the witches.
Just wait till they cook up a cure for ignorance.

Comadre - Letras

• Are You Guys Telling Jokes? I Like Jokes!
• Blackland dirt
• Breakfast of champions
• Burn The Scene
• City Slickers Part Six
• Cold Rain
• Fill The Void
• Grow Worms
• Hamlets
• Hey, Holmes, Slow Down...
• Hit Me Up On My Celly-Cell
• I Sleep With My Eyes Open!
• King Jeremy
• Make me believe
• Mess with the best, undress like the rest!
• Remind Me Never To Stick My Hand Out The Window Again!
• Sabado Gigante
• Slangin' rocks in the house of God!
• Suicide May Have Been Pact
• Tannerisms
• The Hole In The Ship, SOS
• The trials!
• Viva Hate Part One
• Viva Hate Part Two
• Welcome To Blood Town, Population Buried!
• Well Damn If We All Ate The Berries We Might As Well Die Together
• Who's Got The Golden Ticket Now?