Текст песни Crack - Vore Complex
The
sludge
of
days
Slicing
away
Through
these
virulent
Vomit-fresh
lumps
of
sound
Cataract
eyes
Lies
in
sweating
palms
The
same
tired
rides
The
same
tired
arms
Stains
of
memory
Of
the
cattle
crowd
Stains
of
memory
Of
the
cattle
crowd
Endless
repetitive
marching
feet
Hacking
through
charred
and
beaten
meat
Hung
up
on
hooks
Withered
looks
Walls
of
eyes
Burning
books
Pinned
Positioned
Numbered
Neat
Rancid
Rotting
Incomplete
And
poking
like
needles
Lost
under
skin
The
dirt
has
found
a
crack
And
trickled
in
My
empty
mind
scrapes
the
sky
like
a
fractured
hand
Banality
howls
though
each
bastard
crack
I
never
expected
to
understand
The
mouths
screeching
silence
The
rope
going
slack
Reminding
me
now
of
the
things
that
I
lack
And
reminding
me
now
of
the
things
that
I
lack
Endless
repetitive
marching
feet
Hacking
through
charred
and
beaten
meat
Hung
up
on
hooks
Withered
looks
Walls
of
eyes
Burning
books
Pinned
Positioned
Numbered
Neat
Rancid
Rotting
Incomplete
And
poking
like
needles
Lost
under
skin
The
dirt
has
found
a
crack
And
trickled
in
A
mangled
monologue
of
mutilated
time
Screaming
Brutalise
Brutalise
Brutalise
the
sublime
A
mangled
monologue
of
mutilated
time
Screaming
Brutalise
Brutalise
Brutalise
the
sublime
Still
Endless
repetitive
marching
feet
Hacking
through
charred
and
beaten
meat
Hung
up
on
hooks
Withered
looks
Walls
of
eyes
Burning
books
Pinned
Positioned
Numbered
Neat
Rancid
Rotting
Incomplete
And
poking
like
needles
Lost
under
skin
A
mottled
patch
of
spreading
sin
The
dirt
has
found
a
crack
And
trickled
in
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