creeping like frost as slow as grave moss like drowning in dry oceans of bone dust i taste the wreckage of crumbling faces i know the pale thing in the darkest of places
i remember blood from the thighs of the mother as everything is eaten by another how much more must we bleed her i cut their throats while they slept i wept i peel back my skull for you yes i do
slow desolation like a funeral procession the lovely one screams like she's caught between stations i eat the razor a mouthful of god's flesh sweating this blackness i am shitting this cold death
i remember blood from the thighs of the mother as everything is eaten by another how much more must we bleed her i cut their throats while they slept i wept i peel back my skull for you yes i do
dead venus blue
love is rotting on the vine crumbling in god's sunshine i am dying all the time point me at the sky... sky
how much more must we bleed her i cut their throats while they slept i wept i peel back my skull for you yes i do
dead venus blue
how much more must we bleed her i cut their throats while they slept i wept i peel back my skull for you yes i do
dead venus blue
i taste the wreckage of crumbling faces i know the pale thing in the darkest of places