Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Sargasso Ogre, artist - BrzowskiDate of issue: 22.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Sargasso Ogre |
| Architectural salvage |
| Hallways of classy wood painted over uneven |
| Boxing the compass left me awash under the frozen buckets of Nor’easters |
| Collected Qliphoth and husks, shells of god, memorial seating |
| Exercise the rope-pull, enough torque to burn yankee forearms |
| Severed heads of the 5th Estate to decorate the galley with reminders |
| Improper action will earn the enlisted man a swift plank or terra-formed gallows |
| Saint Sebastian counting his arrows |
| Masking elder powers, I keep rowing |
| Weeds of the sea, a tool for augury but no revolution around that swollen star |
| worth controlling |
| Sold off lands, title, and holdings |
| For a life on a shelf, a night on the tile |
| A mouth sans smiles, a wife no eyes, a chant no vowels and a dip with the dying |
| Dopamine will bring me back- all is fine, catch salt in peripheral |
| Ahab pursues Leviathan prior to capsize |
| Row, if you can’t row better |
| Bail, if you can’t bail learn to |
| Tread water, tread water |
| Tread Water, Bread and water |
| Precious memories safest in Soft Places |
| Where you can’t quite make out their faces |
| Somewhere in the ether like un-caught cases |
| Case-by-case on an ad hoc basis |
| Basements where bodies remain in stasis |
| Statements made through lawyers arrangements |
| Arranging the game with detached disengagement |
| Prow of the ship, she’s stripped and faceless |
| Cut my own switch, clenched fists, eyes razors |
| Live in a Philly Shell, hermit crab |
| Black cloud, oil spill, burning man |
| Watch son dip from jungle landing strip |
| Abandon ship with whatever they can grip |
| And that indeed is the thanks you get |
| Bills came due |
| Bill came thru |
| Nigga-rigged Time Machine |
| Whip seem new but you still smell glue |