LYRICS:

I don’t know how many times
But I’ve been here before
My placid manner stirs the pigs
A symptom of my disposition
Hunt
Vow

A pledge of ethics that won’t take what it’s given
Disengage engage
A simple quiet game that’s forbidden if only
Count it
Count it
Drain all your potential and time it
Enforce the self imposed seconds from a tower I scope in and find them
Now pair a splintered shin
With a Cro-Magnon grin
Fragile it must be fed
Count to 12 then you’re dead
I don’t know how many times
But I’ve been here before
My placid manner stirs the pigs
A symptom of my disposition
Hunt
Vow
Construct and rectify the house I envision
I’m a saint insane
A heavy conversation to carry if only
Broken
Broken
You’re a part of something exciting eternal life in art sealed in death until I tear it down again
Now pair a splintered shin
With a Cro-Magnon grin
Fragile it must be fed
Count to 12 then you’re dead
The god you need is not with me
Your leg is soaked in piss
Not important not to me a part of your current condition
Hunt
Vow
This was a good day
This was a good day


Written by:
Ryan Fosdick
Nick Cates
Derek Lamoreaux
Brett Cates

Produced by:
Nick Cates
Ryan Fosdick

Engineered by:
Nick Cates
Ryan Fosdick
Derek Lamoreaux
Engineered at Burnout in MA

Mixed by: Nick Cates at Burnout in MA
Mastered by: Jay Maas at Getaway Recording
Artwork by: IG @PlagueOfTheCircus
Lyric Video and Canvas by: IG @second_.eye
www.mouthbreathercult.com

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