Lyrics Shive - Vore Complex

The pitter patter of tiny prayers
Collapsing down the junkie stairs
I'm ripping out a way to care
Sticky in your hair

Raw night
Whimpered night
Whiplashes cracks towards the edge of sight
A head full of vices
A head in a vice
Scrape out the sun
Gash the moon with ice

Hangnail hearts scratch grey lips green along meat
Screeches click fingers below clammy streets
Murdering dreams down a rusty hole
A twitch-mad miasma stuck deep in the cold

Soul-flayed and flinging our hate at all heat
Wrenching up plasma on quivering feet
We stalk round the tendrils of muscle and spit
And thrust back the pain to the threshing of shit

Soul-flayed and flinging our hate at all heat
Wrenching up plasma on quivering feet
We stalk round the tendrils of muscle and spit
And thrust back the pain to the threshing of shit

Nerves gnashed to ashes
Veins beating with bile
Corroded and goaded
Each broken glass child
Rending through sick skin
In throbbing disease
Ripped out by filed gums
And shoved onto scabbed knees
As I chew back my scars
Howling ash at sliced nails
And you pinion past stars
And we shave in our scales
To the drip of bleached fat
And the crackle of joints
So our serpent can gnaw off its own fucking name
Coiling jaws down each head from the end of the line
To the place where the points of each word are insane
And we're teeth against teeth in the same old pavane
As, inverted, the light burns obsidian time
As, inverted, the light burns obsidian thread
And you're back in the spleen of the gutter
Alive

As I pull on my bones and squat over your coins
And consider the angles inside my own head
And the plough in the distance is reaping in red
And we're no more than dead
And we're no less than dead
And the plough in the distance is reaping in red
And the plough in the distance is reaping in red

Take this brand of decay
Burnt in spirals of sweat
A dog-tag bookmark of gifts gone stale
We try to forget
We always fail
We try to forget
We always fail

Our love screamed blood in blackness
And it didn't leave a note
Tenderise our gristle's lies
And hack them down your throat
Skinned rabbits in the headlights
Still screaming for the beast
A cleft sublime
The undefined
The understood at least

The pitter patter of tiny prayers
Collapsing down the junkie stairs
I'm ripping out a way to care
Sticky in your hair