Holes / Fake Dimitri by rabrot Lyrics

The rivers of Europe have all coagulated
And of all the inevitables of the world
This is the most unescapable;
I am to die among these streams
I am to die among these rivers
Swollen with flood

I stole a liar's mouth and it spurted out

A deity of prosperity and wealth in the throes of famine and povery
The fruits of westbound hesperides was never as

Sour as the fruits of eastbound Eden

As you would already know
We're in the holes
We're in the holes
But we've got a bigger problem now

The holy fool predicted the blood-shed
And the idiot sun stumbled and failed
The brother was an easy victim but the murder had haunted him
Stricken by the image of the slain bro he falls to the ground
And dies before the pretende