Yeah, what do you want? Beak or jaws, feathers or fur, sharp teeth or feet with claws,

whatever's preferred. They'll grant you all last request to steady your nerves, then

podcast the body parts get severed and served.

Bring your weak shit where the wall for now, uh, that ain't just a mistake, that's an awful howl,

both of them are known to pull up at your shows.

Have the crowd witnessing a murder like they rolled in with a gang of crows.

Fuck their censorship. Let them see the whole thing.

They stay dressed to kill.

Never sheep's clothing.

Dark enough to turn the sun to the moon.

You'll see nothing nothing all your hears are

half a puff and of expect killings red spilling and flesh ripping impressive in it

the death bringing his head spinning just kidding every word in this songs about two grown men dressed up as a bird

and a dog.

Um, well I've got I was about to say welcome to the wall for now I can barely contain

my excitement. This is very exciting. This is huge right? Look there's a lot going

on right now it's a lot to unpack. Boom! Wolf an hour together looking in each

other's eyes. Yeah. Also in the room. Oh my God.

It can't be understated or overstated or overstated

or whatever statement you need enough.

Just state it.

You just state this shit.

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