• Written By: Walker/Mackenzie

Bone stock brewed up. Graveyard shoot up.
Came in trapdoor. Thrown up on the floor.
Servants of the lord of lung slaughter.
The necromancer.

Orange baby always squealing.
Cradle snatch the new world fading.
The final test, it takes your breath.
Desecrates our grave.

Drink the blood of that you spill.
Underneath the whippoorwill.
One more piece of Jenga to pull.
Then necromancer will thank us all.

Eager to assimilate and I choose you to walk on your pleura.

Drink the blood of that you spill.
Underneath the whippoorwill.
One more piece of Jenga to pull.
Then necromancer will thank us all.
Suck the life from what you love.
I learnt that from the orange one.
No one to answer to after the fall.
Necromancer will dance on us all.
Drink the blood of that you spill.
Underneath the whippoorwill.
One more piece of Jenga to pull.
Then necromancer will thank us all.

Pleura. Pleura. Pleura…

Eager to assimilate.
And I choose you to walk on your pleura.
Cheat me out of living my life?
I exercise my right to die.