R. O. D. Lyrics

R. O. D.

It’s approaching
600 pounds gas and flesh
Robes in tatters
It’s approaching
Lips and tongue abhorrent
Flickering lexicon
Or a stray dog pack leader



Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result
Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult
Realm of dusk



The northerns
Look at the north ones
Their brains are unhinged by the sun



Rare stone
Our [faeces/faces] are rare stone
It comes to take them
Move out the armies