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My titanic engines fold into ruin
A cacophonous blasphemy
The impact a herald to hideous woe
For now I lay deep inside gurgling my blood as I smile

First days are the longest days and I've planned all this so well
Butchering things I smell
An old source of joy refined, blood and gore drip down my spine
And I feed, feed, feed, feed!
Feed it!

I came from somewhere beyond
A symptom of my symptoms
I make my nest from the awful fluids that I exude
And anything else

Feeling fresh echoes, new rivers of sustenance
Obliviously waiting
My eyes light right the fuck up

I'm built for better things
And fuck I'm efficient
In time I'll show you
I'm built for better things
Your pulse is music to my ears
And I slither out

First days are the longest days but I've planned all this so well
Butchering things I smell
A new source of joy defined, blood and gore drip down my spine
And I feed, feed, feed, feed!

Every day I get closer
When you look to the hills and wonder, it's a call to me
It's a call to me!

The violet horizon is beckoning me
As I coil through the drought and the dunes
So silent the wasteland that stands at my back
Now planning and watching and stretching anew

There's little life abroad, as I hunt through the night
And by day I find the hollow, cold places
There's little life out here, as I make it all die
And every day, I sense you nearer
Every day, I sense you nearer
Every day, I sense you nearer to me

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