Reviews
0 %
User Score
Rate This
Descriptions:
Lyrics
Son, go fetch the rifle nowI think there’s something in the yardI can see the herd is getting rattledAnd the dogs are on their guard
LiarLiarLiar
LiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiar
Well, we came to make a home hereBut there’s something in the treesWe bolt the door, chain the gate, secure the homesteadBut it’s never gonna leave
LiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiar
The wolf is at the door somehowThe culling of the herd is nowThe wolf is at the door somehowThe culling of the herd is now
The wolf is at the door somehowThe culling of the herd is nowThe wolf is at the door somehowThe culling of the herd is now
Hey, did you curse this place?Did you fall to Earth to cull a herd?Strange gods above the EarthThese are things you just won’t believe
In the shackles of the nightThere are lights up in the skyScratching at the doorsThey are coming through the walls
Twenty feet above the groundThey move without a soundAmong the garbage cansA curse upon the land
LiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiar
LiarLiarLiarLiarLiarLiar
Porcupine Tree – Herd Culling
Porcupine Tree – Herd Culling
Report
Live Comments