In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins
In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins

It’s the Bad Twins (Bad twins)
And they bout to play your area
Meant to come correct
But they came to bring hysteria
Swear to god they scary they
Just quick to pick the carrion
Harried by erebus
Ya can’t compare the burials
Parry y'all queries and hurry it on up
Staring at the stereo; variable drugs
Worry or don’t worry there’s really no difference
Cherry picked theories they just don’t add up
You just been corrupt by facts based on fiction
Acts based on friction, flames ate subscriptions
Erase all trace of proper diction
Replaced with hate spake, that tastes of the crypt
Flip the killswitch on careers we ain’t deal with
We touch your feelings, but the gears ain’t in gear yet
Their tears say they fear vets
Ain’t no shame in they game when they came to play against

The Bad Twins it's the Bad Twins
It's the Bad Synonyms it's the Bad Twins
It's he Bad Twins it's the Bad Twins
It's the Bad Synonyms it's the Bad Twins

In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins
In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins

It’s the others the shutter brothers that got ya suffering
The rocks that put the cracks in the rudder
And then sunk the notes of dopes
Who hoped to compose, but don’t need to touch a pen
Just get back under your covers, then
The boogeymen won’t fill your plot full of holes
Or, clip-clop, plod the horsemen through your goals, Oh no
Old foes are fodder for new souls
A blessed foal grows by the echo of death throes
Death rolls on a second from death row
Death row records a legend and debts owed
Get bowled over allegedly, yet so
I met no better and veterans better know
I dead clones. I’ve bed ghosts and dragons
I rid this host of sins and maggots
And I fed these souls with hymns and bragging
With a matchstick grin it’s the Bad

It's the Bad Twins it's the Bad Twins
It's the Bad Synonyms it's the Bad Twins
It's the Bad Twins it's the Bad Twins
It's the Bad Synonyms it's the Bad Twins

In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins
In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins

In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins
In the black of the deep its the bones of the beast
And the fact the deceased may never find peace
When the pharaoh speaks manifest these beliefs
We will stack up the dead it’s the bad twins