You put your mouth round, suck it down - do it again.
The hunger, gnaws. The minutes, crawl. Each ventrical stalls. And calls you to fill.
It's dryest of voids. Clean, chasmic annoy- Ance pulling and culling your senses are drilled. Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/6LMa Black marrow, trips. You're nothing but twitch. And wish you could stitch yourself into stone.
Surrounded and tucked. Your soul stripped and sucked. This shit out of luck - overcrowded, alone.