Lyrics The Winter Tide - Vore Complex

Frozen coma hearts cracking out cheap stone
Tapping tender bone words
In the spine-red sun
To the scent of flies
To the howling of the wire
Nailing concrete televisions into their gums

These stoic coma hearts cracking out cheap stone
Preening old meat minds
Dancing barbed smiles through the snow
To the humming of each corpse
To the churning of steel skies
As a ditched laughter lands
Just as everyone will know

Whilst far from dawn in the winter tide
Whilst far from dawn in the winter tide
Whilst far from dawn in the winter tide
Whilst far from dawn in the winter tide
Far from dawn in the winter tide
Far from dawn in the winter tide
So far from dawn in the winter tide
With screaming ease I regain my surprise

So these words are being written
But there's nothing left to say
These fucking words are being written
But there's nothing left to say
These words are being written
But I can't take it away
These fucking words are being written
But there's nothing sacred left to say

Frozen coma hearts cracking out cheap stone
Sluicing tender bone words
Though that spine-red sun
Through a thousand screens of flies
Though the howling of the wire
Nailing more concrete inanities into their gums

These stoic coma hearts cracking out cheap stone
Preening old meat minds
Dancing barbed smiles through the snow
To the humming of the now
To the churning of steel skies
And something ever yet more vulgar
And everyone could know

Whilst far from dawn in the winter tide
Whilst far from dawn in the winter tide
So far from dawn

These words are being written
But I can't take it away
These fucking words are being written

These words are being written
But I can't take it away
These fucking words are being written
But there's nothing sacred left to say