Infant Army by The Pica Beats Lyrics

[Verse]
Was there not a predator when the priest evolved
Two arms, two legs, two heads, and the criminal [?]
Turn around and be the day when the pollen stung
Anything growing inside you has got to belong

And like a patron saint

Remember how that infant army we had talked about
Was gonna be the guns in our hands and words in our mouth
Just because the mud is free when the rains evolve
Don't mean at the puddle-line that the problem is solved

And we can cook for now

[Outro]
The old and еfficient slave
Made surе that the bed was made
Rose petals on the silken sheets
And they die every time they sleep
It's written like a petroglyph
The meaning of it tends to shift
Back and forth across the axis call
We are not born beautiful

So hold your breath, the floods are coming [?]
Get used to reading by the candlewick
Or maybe don't bother reading at all
And be reborn as a pillar of salt

But there are guns on the wind outside
The glass will break and they'll come inside
You say the barrel is a champagne flute
On bated breath, which one will you choose