TheMark [From the Forthcoming CrownsDown LP) - Themselves

Pray tell me is or ain’t that face paint

Do you raw or do you race trace

If you take to take to takemake

That there’s grave

And snake’s you’re namesake…

There’s no cops creeping in the jungle of bite

And all things blues thief in the night

Is you is or is you ain’t bright light…

Can you be trusted to shame and honour load prose

Or do you need to get named no

And thrown back to the cold that came before

Unamieded tourists in their painted forests

Who take to take to whore it

N poorly absorb this

Here’s a theifing man’s grave

A sampletimething

A sisyphus deal zeal for meals

And heart fangs

Not the swallow of hollow quotes

From cut-throats on strings

So do you bright to kill light when you bang…

So keep your teeth of our mark

We forget to eat for our art

Rawheat to the part

No sheath on the heart

Sleeping like sharks

Despiteing the dark

Where did it start

And in the end it’s a spark

In the clear and severe ear

Of a peer spearing its fears

A 100 years from here

Chilled and tears to hear

His sheer and near fall is steered

So do you kill to just

Well the ill

Empty out and refill the pill

With your will

Or you bitch to bill

Fuck a bill, burn a bill, hell on Earth a bill

Curse a bill, cut a bill, hurt a bill

Gut a bill, what a bill, can’t pill

Is the will ill still spill kill

This goes to those

Overfroze hearted hoes with a

Golden voice and bum nothing

To their words but poor choice

This goes hoist like

Skull and crossed bones

Before your Hollywood homes grown

In the greased slick

Sick of your least

A most piteous

Perk of the mark of the beast

That eats good men out into a star on song streets

This ain’t beef it’s called the truth in the air

Proof to the square

The present is rare

At best and the rest

Set against the breadth of

All fruit to ever fall from your chest…

And the might of the seeds

In come time they had left…

In other words

You guilty of killing it or theft