Self-exiled, righteous whores and heretics Delirium here upon spoiled throne of salt and shit
If gods not dead, then he's fucking sick Bearing worn chalice of poison and politic Depths to plunge with stale and sagging breath
And rancid heart burns with pure delight A void dragged through ugly sleepless night Cause I'm fucking empty Like god I'm fucking sick
Vortex of Leviathanian might Placental crust upon the blight Worthless krill to yawping maw Down clogged and noxious throat
In the belly of our beast With thumbs deep in eye-sockets, we can see Gnarled hands upon the swollen throats Our one true love to call us home
Deaf through another graven year Scraping knuckles in the gutters of fear I'll still be treading this filthy muck Feverishly waiting for the floodsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
