I asked the scarecrow to expand his workflow
Shelter me until the vultures rise
Circle wider
Circle wider
Circle higher
Need to be alone with this thing causing me grief
I walk in shade but not for relief from the heat
The shadows I consult done right by me
Let go the bridle
Embrace the wilder
Lick the fire
Let's find the recesses and creases in our beliefs
I'm not the knobby hadal, baby
I'm not the dark silk beneath the scream
Feeling
Feeling
Feeling
Like the black hat's been pinned on me
I'm not the knobby hadal, baby
I'm not the dark silk beneath the scream
Feeling
Feeling
Feeling
Like the black hat's been pinned on me
To some the sulphur's got a sweet bouquet
Others they just don't understand, do they?
I'm a scion
I'm arriving
Might as well let me in
This door ain't enough to keep me away
I'm not the knobby hadal, baby
I'm not the dark silk beneath the scream
Feeling
Feeling
Feeling
Like the black hat's been pinned on me
Steve Murphy - Guitars, Bass
Ken Ferguson - Keys
John Makarewicz - Drums
Nick Nunziata - Words
