Trauma Maybe Im Forgetting Something by The Oxford Coma Lyrics

Rattle me so
Rid em and go
Disguising enemy
A Wraith so pastured
Dons a riddle-me-site

A row
Glass bones smash box
Inchworm cord aux
Pastor cock sox
So much was promised
So much was promised to me

Pass Sycophant way
Count prizes
One of these old souls
(Sitting in the way)
And counting his Teeth
Nine thousand
Most of them old gold
Grinning at his luck
I eye eyes (sunken from memory (sitting in the back))
When he went sleep
Drilled all of them one at time pulled
Now he just pretends
Swing high Iodine
Swing high cyanide
Bullets aren’t cheap
Spirit centerfold
God just bless the fools
Nonesuch
Center infinite
Cancer killed the rat
Cradle infamy, steal some pills to sleep
Now you donate to rape-y charity

Send us some episodes
They think for me
Just got a little distracted at
Grabbing moneyman
That soul is quite a set of legs
They summon sex and the cold
Resentment from rejected whites
Scoop rifles and kill to fill that hole

Pass Sycophant way
Count prizes
One of these old souls
(Sitting in the way)
And counting his Teeth
Nine thousand
Most of them old gold
Grinning at his luck
I eye eyes (sunken from memory (sitting in the back))
When he went sleep
Drilled all of them one at time pulled
Now he just pretends more
C’mon jaw c’mon jaw you’re almost there