Lyrics The Sounding - Vore Complex

Spider legs clamping cage of my flesh
Famished as granite
The scorching sound of mould reborn fresh
Black rot retinas burn
A whore heart
A whore heart
Where harsh blood is bound
A whore heart
A whore heart
Flinging out fingered sound

Pricked by mites
Slit mind
Wrist twitch knuckles
Sharp through skin
Gristle-wrapped wreck-raw wire buckles
Cuts out its own teeth and grins

Calls for collapse
Calls for collapse
As its iron-sapped soul merely claps
Calls for collapse
Calls for collapse
As its iron-sapped soul merely claps

Sticky with his lust though I use a different name
The bloodied maw of loss is lame
Sticky with his lust though I use a different name
The bloodied maw of loss is lame

Affection dipping in the west
My reflections dot the drowning of veins
The last howl of light has left
There is only vile pain
There is only vile pain
Affection dipping in the west
My reflections dot the drowning of veins
The last fucking light has left
Its visage drenched with violence and blame

Skull and gut glutted and the clotting air
Clinging to the room's red mouth
Watch me worm as a wound
Watch me worm as a wound
A frozen soul sounds further south

Sticky with his lust though I use a different name
The bloodied maw of loss is lame
Sticky with his lust though I use a different name
The bloodied maw of loss is lame

The filth is here, refined, and I will paste
A paradise of hate with ochre palms
This crudely fashioned ward to serve as calm
When nothing else will speak into the waste

The filth is here, refined, and I will paste
A paradise of hate with ochre palms
This crudely fashioned ward to serve as calm
When nothing else will speak into the waste

Skull and gut glutted and the clotting air
Clinging to the room's red mouth
Watch me worm as a wound
Watch me worm as a wound
A frozen soul sounds further south

A frozen soul sounds further south
A frozen soul sounds further south
A frozen soul sounds further south
A frozen soul sounds further south