Sweat Shock Testo

Testo Sweat Shock

Oh murmur now you've gently,
Oh you've been upon my mind.
And you're riding on science and you're using time to bind.
I'm going into sweat shock.
Come and lay your hands down on the bodies of the weak.
Come and press our tongues now to the words no man should speak.
Black candles are your burning. Are you blown against the wind?
I've come to bear, I’ve come to bear the lower keys of Solomon.
I'm going into sweat shock.