I am the Roach Collector Collecting cadavers of the smoken Sticky with resin From the joint I wait until the burnt and lifeless body is dry Remains kept in a jar Until the day I need them Or collected enough
Slice them open Eviscerate the inners, yellowing my fingers Smell of the corpse Covered in the resin from the blunt
Piling the entrails Disposing of the skin Rolled up into new flesh Smoked to oblivion
These entrails shall be burnt Into to ash back to earth
I am the Roach Collector Collecting the charred bodies
These rotting entrails Shall be inhaled in ritual Smoked into nothingness A sacrifice, habitual
I am the Roach Collector Collecting the rejected I shall keep them in a jar To fester in a tar miasma I am sorrow, The Roach Collector
Bring me your roaches and I shall smoke Upon their burnt entrails and inhale The charred and stale limbs atrophied And they belong all to me…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
