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A Culling Song

by PAULY CREEP-O

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Music/Lyrics- (Pauly Creep-O)
Cello- (Nina)
Produced by Jay Crash
Recorded by Mike Lastra
Recorded at Smegma Studios 2018

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That hostile gospel.
That white trash noise.
Meeting teeth along side the void.
Until the blackest of plagues come to take us home.
I’ll be your carbon monoxide beneath your wings to lull you down such fathomless coils of sleep.

Cuz the naysayers can’t talk shit if they’re choking, on their own words. Sweet death she comes to deliver us all to the earth, and as sure as the sun doth rise, we’re gonna get everything we deserve.
Sweet death she comes to delivers us all to the earth.

Counting fallen trends upon bloody knees.
Velvet tongues how they fester rotten fallacies.
Those deviant Christians truly are a social disease.
Tearing through scar tissue of monotony.
A shallow gene pool, eternal depths of depravity.
Sweet death just come take us all to the sea.

Because the naysayers can’t talk shit if they’re choking, on their own words. Sweet death she comes to deliver us all to the earth, and as sure as the sun doth rise, we’re gonna get everything we deserve.
Sweet death she comes to delivers us all to the earth.

Until the light comes that takes us all, scatter my atoms across the nothingness.

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released February 1, 2019
Mike Lastra
Jay Crash
Smegma Studios 2018
Pauly Creep-O 2011-2019 All Rights Reserved

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PAULY CREEP-O Seattle, Washington

PAULY CREEP-O
(est. 2011)
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Washington State/Oklahoma VooDoo Gospel

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