Calming punctures against the withered flesh We refrain from their bitter tongues Courting the mortis of their scorn The words I crave as I lose control Place the clotted mass within Caress my broken bones Cross your palms, drive the nail deep Let my presence flow like blood As I scent the corpse within Deafening my ears with deceit Scour Cling to me Tear the flesh away I'm now your shallow grave Drive the needle into my eye Crush the ribs that surround my lungs Rip the scalp clean from my skull Drain my blood into the ground The light fades as my truth has come The call has been made The herd is dead Now we feed the rats Let them bloat Behold the chord Giver of the life decomposed with filth Retreat within my hate Bind me to my void Infect the moral arteryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
