Rascuache

[Verse 1: Cedric Bixler] Fences with switches, turn them on The moats of your homes, poured salt on these slugs Mugshot, fatigue, shimmering [Chorus: Cedric Bixler] [x2] Pacemaker pace yourself You were slowly clawing your way out [Verse 2] Tourniquet of gossip On a board of checkered chess Salt ring, probing, in case of emergency Stampede is coming, mastodon infantry Radiate this frequency and show me just What the hell you mean [Chorus] [x2] [Bridge] Here comes the bride Here comes the bride Lavender and smothered in black turpentine