Текст песни Milk - Marcus Whale

It's the smell of it
Its inexorable pull
And i grow weaker
Weaker with the lull
I have learned
That the stronger exist
By the eating of others
Fetidly
I belong to them
To sustain the rhythm
Of decay

The milk of them
My scourges of black lust
In the milk of them
Buried in the breast

A slew of low chords
Accompany my bloodlust
My dying opens in the fields
And claims a body count
Live through this
Take all of me now
To build a centre

The milk of them
My scourges of black lust
In the milk of them
Buried in the breast