All things before me unveiling a glimpse of whats to behold
Undeciphered logic, collision undone, it begins to corrode
The words from the mouth, the hand that feeds was made to be bit
Catatonic contusions living life like the ignorant
Grinding, churning, the sound of crunching metal squeezes my bones
Living, dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own
A stagnant flow of endings fills my head with empty hopes
A sickly dance of matter, pasty skin, and stale cologne
Unbearable slime oozes out with nowhere to go
Filling the chasm with men instead of love, then digging a hole
Grinding, churning, the sound of crunching metal squeezes my bones
Living, dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own
Grinding, churning, the sound of crunching metal squeezes my bones
Living, dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own
Koinophobia - Song of the Ouija Board (Single Edition) Lyrics
Koinophobia - Song of the Ouija Board (Single Edition) Lyrics
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All things before me unveiling a glimpse of whats to behold
Undeciphered logic, collision undone, it begins to corrode
The words from the mouth, the hand that feeds was made to be bit
Catatonic contusions living life like the ignorant
Grinding, churning, the sound of crunching metal squeezes my bones
Living, dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own
A stagnant flow of endings fills my head with empty hopes
A sickly dance of matter, pasty skin, and stale cologne
Unbearable slime oozes out with nowhere to go
Filling the chasm with men instead of love, then digging a hole
Grinding, churning, the sound of crunching metal squeezes my bones
Living, dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own
Grinding, churning, the sound of crunching metal squeezes my bones
Living, dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own
Undeciphered logic, collision undone, it begins to corrode
The words from the mouth, the hand that feeds was made to be bit
Catatonic contusions living life like the ignorant
Grinding, churning, the sound of crunching metal squeezes my bones
Living, dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own
A stagnant flow of endings fills my head with empty hopes
A sickly dance of matter, pasty skin, and stale cologne
Unbearable slime oozes out with nowhere to go
Filling the chasm with men instead of love, then digging a hole
Grinding, churning, the sound of crunching metal squeezes my bones
Living, dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own
Grinding, churning, the sound of crunching metal squeezes my bones
Living, dying, the song of the ouija board sings loud with my own
Writer: Bonham Knievel, Hunter Kennemer, Regan Mansfeild
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Koinophobia
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: Bonham Knievel, Hunter Kennemer, Regan Mansfeild