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 shes caught between stations I eat the razor, a mouthful of Gods 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 Gods 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
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 13:06:56 +0000