At The Mouth Lyrics & Chords By Lord Mantis

A beginning unlike unrest If we slave An even end or froth At the mouth We slave our hands Our brains our spines Spineless prayer perverse Force and vision Don't skew me I'm so prone In a shadow my focus My shadow it belongs to you My blood, you my beloved Now cursed and (un)even That taste seems old Or a triumph of infection I'd say I'm guilty Of corruption On this less than silly gesture Not a world Not in part But entirely the lust Thrust itself Our hands our brains our spines We this collective Crowning conscious endeavor achievement My internal strife Manufactured cancer Abuses physically Upon my body Abuses mentally Without any forecast Or result consequence Only impulse And you ask me to be a man Only a monkey can defend a man Only a monkey can defend a man