There
Outside the door
Comes
The mask
Of deliverance
In
Its multitude of forms
Behind its head
The soft lava tongue, I'm sure
Take me to the caves
Where they keep the gods
Prod me with icicles
Draw steam up from the flames
I waited, I wanted
Now I'm on the skewer
Greasy ribbed
Feather's gone
Served up to myself
Soaked
In wine, whiskey, and irony
Should I
Peer up
From the char?
Unsurprised
By forks and knives
Why
Doesn't she call?
Take me to the caves
Where they keep my friends
Prod me with icicles
Draw steam up from the flames
I waited, I wanted
Now I'm on the skewer
Greasy ribbed
Feather's gone
Served up to myself
There
Outside the door
Comes
The mask
Of deliverance
Unsurprised
By forks and knives
Why
Doesn't she call?
Take me to the caves
Where they keep gods, my friends
Prod me with icicles
Draw steam up from the flames
I waited, I wanted
Now I'm on the skewer
Greasy ribbed
Feather's gone
Served up to myself
The Amoebas - Onion Tears Lyrics
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There
Outside the door
Comes
The mask
Of deliverance
In
Its multitude of forms
Behind its head
The soft lava tongue, I'm sure
Take me to the caves
Where they keep the gods
Prod me with icicles
Draw steam up from the flames
I waited, I wanted
Now I'm on the skewer
Greasy ribbed
Feather's gone
Served up to myself
Soaked
In wine, whiskey, and irony
Should I
Peer up
From the char?
Unsurprised
By forks and knives
Why
Doesn't she call?
Take me to the caves
Where they keep my friends
Prod me with icicles
Draw steam up from the flames
I waited, I wanted
Now I'm on the skewer
Greasy ribbed
Feather's gone
Served up to myself
There
Outside the door
Comes
The mask
Of deliverance
Unsurprised
By forks and knives
Why
Doesn't she call?
Take me to the caves
Where they keep gods, my friends
Prod me with icicles
Draw steam up from the flames
I waited, I wanted
Now I'm on the skewer
Greasy ribbed
Feather's gone
Served up to myself
Outside the door
Comes
The mask
Of deliverance
In
Its multitude of forms
Behind its head
The soft lava tongue, I'm sure
Take me to the caves
Where they keep the gods
Prod me with icicles
Draw steam up from the flames
I waited, I wanted
Now I'm on the skewer
Greasy ribbed
Feather's gone
Served up to myself
Soaked
In wine, whiskey, and irony
Should I
Peer up
From the char?
Unsurprised
By forks and knives
Why
Doesn't she call?
Take me to the caves
Where they keep my friends
Prod me with icicles
Draw steam up from the flames
I waited, I wanted
Now I'm on the skewer
Greasy ribbed
Feather's gone
Served up to myself
There
Outside the door
Comes
The mask
Of deliverance
Unsurprised
By forks and knives
Why
Doesn't she call?
Take me to the caves
Where they keep gods, my friends
Prod me with icicles
Draw steam up from the flames
I waited, I wanted
Now I'm on the skewer
Greasy ribbed
Feather's gone
Served up to myself
Writer: Devin Scheimberg
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