Текст песни Closed Filter - Vore Complex
Unicorns
and
satyrs
pumped
into
the
meat
machine
Wash
your
hands
with
bleach
until
the
skin
is
glistening
clean
Measure
out
some
margins
for
the
people
in
between
Close
your
mouths
and
swallow
but
I
won't
forget
the
screams
On
anorexic
hope
A
silent
body
will
decay
Entranced
by
each
scant
memory
Dragged
beyond
the
dust
of
day
Drinking
down
mojitos
on
the
suicide
strip
And
mixing
up
some
morals
as
soiled
sanity
slips
Take
the
bones
of
angels
Craft
a
beautiful
chain
Then
flay
all
faith
alive
With
its
fresh
new
pain
The
crowds
are
torching
ibises
Their
corpses
clog
the
drains
But
you
just
want
something
different
Something
you
just
can't
sustain
I'm
nothing
but
a
flux-slug
sipping
stale
champagne
Biting
back
the
beast
that
scratches
at
my
brain
Dehumanised,
desensitised,
devalued
by
your
blame
Whilst
consumers
carve
up
concrete
and
snort
it
like
cocaine
As
chemical
flares
burn
through
sepulchre
skies
Mary
Jane
magickians
think
up
empty
alibis
Media
convulsions
have
their
grey
tint
optimised
Soul
lobotomy
a
fair-trade
price
for
paradise
Take
the
bones
of
angels
Craft
a
beautiful
chain
Then
flay
all
faith
alive
With
its
fresh
new
pain
The
crowds
are
torching
ibises
Their
corpses
clog
the
drains
But
you
just
wanted
something
different
Something
you
just
can't
sustain
Impaled
by
self-delusions
sent
by
watchers
overhead
Cold-blood
coded
cameras
make
a
living
from
the
dead
Claustrophobic
Paranoiac
Misanthropic
cattle
led
Anesthetise
your
ethics
so
the
market
can
be
fed
So
the
market
can
be
fed
We
see
ourselves
on
the
surface
of
a
coruscating
light
Scuttling
down
its
shadows
in
a
scar
of
delight
Each
sphere
of
vision
An
atom
of
waste
Slicing
through
the
skin
of
reality's
face
Memories
are
all
rotting
in
a
rip
of
fired
blue
Tomorrow
is
just
yesterday
scabbed
with
a
silted
truth
Stabbed
into
infinity
Buried
in
the
dark
The
message
isn't
for
us
and
our
words
have
played
their
part
And
love
is
like
a
hand
grenade
With
rusty
hooks
and
paper
chains
We're
turning
inside
out
insane
Our
heads
upon
a
silver
plate
Formaldehyde
will
hide
the
taste
All
life
is
lashes
on
a
stage
We
lack
the
will
to
venerate
That
better
world
that
spins
away
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