Lyrics:
Take a step off of your silver bird, from your planet
And you brought a little bit of that cold, with you
Ring me out like you would your bastard-ing, father
And you're so quick to stick to that scum
Hungry like a piranha, oh..

Swallow a little, of that sea
Now taste a little bit of the salt in me
Throw up a little of it, on your knees
Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning?
Before, you poured, your elements away
Now sing back to the bottom of it all

Seal your lips with the cold stitch of a secret
Parade, with that speechless dryness of the desert-ache
Lay flat under the lime light and feed off of the fiction
Cold callus and boiled between the bleak deep of your dirty hands

Swallow a little, of that sea
Now taste a little bit of the salt in me
Throw up a little of it, on your knees
Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning?
Before, you poured, your elements away
Now sing back to the bottom of it all

Swallow a little, of that sea
Now taste a little bit of the salt in me
Throw up a little of it, on your knees
Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning?
Before, you poured, your elements away
Now sing back to the bottom of it all

Swallow a little, of that sea
Now taste a little bit of the salt in me
Throw up a little of it, on your knees
Now doesn't that bring you back to the beginning?
Before, you poured, your elements away
Now sing back to the bottom of it all

Sonny Moore - Ashel Deviate (1st Demo Mora) (dnL Remaster)

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