William Ryan Fritch - Allay The Bile And Bitter текст песни

Line one - plums saccharin and syrup on a gnat's mangled onion wing line two - wince for the fruit of absent threshings, our starch bellies and plastic minds will never be sate line three - abandoned in droves; the temples and groves of domineering gods, cracked be the lips that from ambrosia dripped from the rafters to the lion pits. line four - allay the bile and bitter , the swaddling of wine turned pungence of vinegar