Klauwerdasma

In the rapping
Sitting in here so tired
When they’re clopping
To let you know something’s died
As you taste it
Turning it towards the light
Is it Christlike
Folding with every knock

Mm, I’m a laughing skull
Keeping our suppers raw
In the eye, a lonesome tear
Holding the Choronzon
You know I want to
Kill it and watch it curl
Is it Christlike
Folding with every knock