Lyrics

Don’t mean much
Living up on serrated haunts
What you’ve imagined you’re not
Terror hides when you’re up
In the dawn's early am

Tied up in denim
Dressed to the nines
Meet in the river
Give 'em what they want
The thrill of the hunt

Bivouacked and hocked
Truncated hearts
Feel good sensibility
Over our dainty quenched thirst
Dance to our song
Embellished words
Clarity is a must
A fuck without a fuss

I’ll meet you there
Exposed and bare
Nude and folded blind
Give them what they want
The thrill of the hunt

Made relics out of us
Byzantine lust
Slipped upon forbidden trust
Byzantine lust

Lay, lay it on me
Where two or more are gathered chalk it up as alma mater
A blitz a harbored fathom out
Fill the cup release the hounds

Where two or more are gathered chalk it up as alma mater
A blitz a harbored fathom out
Fill the cup release the hounds

Release the hounds
Release the hounds
Release the hounds
Release the hounds
Release the hounds
Release the hounds
The hounds
Release the hounds
The hounds