Lyrics Weight - Vore Complex
Deep
under
black
glass
squat
the
scars
of
time
Screaming
up
litanies
of
bile
and
chyme
They
sanitise
all
love
and
hammer
dreams
to
stone
And
weight
this
whimpered
life
with
dying
rhyme
There
is
no
place
to
plead
for
other
things
Our
bodies
poorly-painted
in
shrinking
light
Robbed
by
a
twitch
of
rot
and
boiled
in
night
To
the
indifferent
flap
of
sacred
wings
These
aching
sounds
are
forged
to
leave
no
doubt
No
way
to
wrench
a
raindrop
from
this
drought
When
the
last
chilling
life
chokes
fledgling
day
And
everything
of
consequence
put
out
The
heart
was
never
healed
for
this
retreat
The
worshipping
of
mud
and
undone
sleep
A
laughing
fist
inside
all
conscious
aim
That
orders
the
eclipse
of
what
we
reap
Beyond
our
scheme
of
errors
loss
vibrates
And
carves
from
looted
skulls
its
strings
of
hate
Across
the
edge
of
fire
it
drives
blades
To
strike
dumb
every
note
it
cannot
rape
The
core
of
all
life
generates
cliché
The
will
is
set
to
processing
decay
This
mind
a
whining
mess
that
mangles
truth
Has
waxed,
and
wasted
all
my
faith
away
Deep
under
black
glass
squat
these
scars
of
time
Screaming
up
litanies
of
bile
and
chyme
They
sanitise
all
love
and
hammer
dreams
to
stone
And
weight
this
life
with
ribs
of
dying
rhyme
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