Pleura

Bone stock brewed up, graveyard shoot up
Came in trapdoor, thrown up on the floor
Servants of the Lord of lung slaughter
The Necromancer, woo
Orange baby always squealing
Cradle snatch the new world fading
The final test, it takes your breath
Desecrates our grave, woo
Drink the blood of that you spill
Underneath the whippoorwill
One more piece of Jenga to pull
Then necromancer will thank us all
Eager to assimilate
And I choose you to walk on your pleura
Drink the blood of that you spill
Underneath the whippoorwill
One more piece of Jenga to pull
Then necromancer will thank us all
Suck the life from what you love
I learnt that from the orange one
No one to answer to after the fall
Necromancer will dance on us all, woo
Drink the blood of that you spill
Underneath the whippoorwill
One more piece of Jenga to pull
Then necromancer will thank us all
Eager to assimilate
And I choose you to walk on your pleura
Cheat me out living my life
I exercise my right to die