paroles de chanson Heartworm - Vore Complex

Every single little day
Although I hope things turn out right
Her tiny flame has bled away
Consumed by brutal
Bitter night
Blind lead the blind
That's how it goes
I think that you already know
But still you close your eyes and ears
Like there is nothing there worth fear

Breaking bones bent up in corners
Dry-retch
Dead wood
Nails beneath each face
Subtle-silent stains and the twitch of an echo
Violence rattling wounds inside a distant dim space
Mucous membranes peppered with poisons
Badly-knitted nerves and rejected skin
Painted masks mask the scream that scrapes through tissues
Emptied in the cold dusk
For others to win

Burn
Burn
The heartworm turns
Biting through the flesh for which it yearns
Burn
Burn
The heartworm turns
Wrenched from the womb of my concerns

The world destroys all we create
We lose our way in fields of hate
The cruelty that won't ask why
These tears slice down a tortured sky
This callous crust is ten miles thick
Your promises and pretences will never stick
You whip your race round the same dull track
And your every defence is a form of attack

Foetus and fossils flank that grim reminder
Mortality and the mortuary game
Bloody butcher birth to the last lone howling
Pick a tender body and tattoo the blame
Gasping in these ghost-breaths
Bile in the bleak dust
Blisters on the inside
Organised decay
Bleached mollusc moonlight
Balancing on madness
Back to the beginning
Every single day

Burn
Burn
The heartworm turns
Biting through the flesh for which it yearns
Burn
Burn
The heartworm turns
Wrenched from the womb of my concerns
Burn
Burn
The heartworm turns
Burn
Burn
The heartworm turns
Burn
Burn
The heartworm turns

Just what is this?
This human mess
I won't accept
They won't confess
Drag a wretched weight across ground glass
Snap a hollow head backwards
Swallowed up by the past
Her teeth have rotted and her lips are bruised
Her body torn by trauma and her ligaments fused
Her arms so heavy
Her legs so used
Her pride left pulled to pieces
And our hearts abused

You can't dance to themes like this
Why would you even try?
You can't dance to things like this
Why would you even try?
A parable of waste under unforgiving eyes
And you can't dance to this
Why would you even fucking try?
Does this resonate at all?
Would you rather have the floor?
With the finely-honed facades
And reality ignored
Does this resonate at all?
Would you rather have the floor?
With your finely-polished words
And reality ignored