Mouth Lyrics - Fear Before The March Of Flames

Sluts in skirts, scattered all over this scrabble board 

and it's no wonder very few words worth using are being played. 

All this unintelligible squawking is drowning out anything 

worth listening to, so we're dumbing down everything 

and using huge hand gestures trying to get a point across 

to the deaf and blind. Chubby disgusting infants 

in a giant damp crib teething and in dire need of a mothers 

rum soaked digit. Anything to numb anything to encourage 

ignorance. Anything to put us to sleep. 

Someone, anyone, take off your shirt and pacify. 

Make it easy for us to eat, easy for us to sleep. 

I think we deserve it rephrased! 

Someone, anyone, take us out back and put us down! 

I think we deserve it. 

Because it's not far from pleasure island where this 

pink flesh gets it's fur. It's there that the noise you speak 

can finally be heard. It will make sense to the rest of 

your four-legged stench-ridden gluttonous kin. 

You can feel comfortable in your skin. 

You will feel comfortable in your skin. 

We're trying to speak clearly but our voices get 

drowned out by the over-excessive braying and 

the always open mouth...