Текст песни Nothingverse - Vore Complex
                                                    I 
                                                stretched 
                                                behind 
                                                the 
                                                blue 
                                                October 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                wrote 
                                                with 
                                                bullets. 
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                bear 
                                                its 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                almost-sanity 
                                                that 
                                                shaped 
                                                its 
                                                frame
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                infinite 
                                                and 
                                                feeble 
                                                as 
                                                that 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                inside 
                                                    a 
                                                broken 
                                                drum
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                choked 
                                                down 
                                                mind 
                                                beneath 
                                                    a 
                                                burning 
                                                mud
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                dreamed 
                                                that 
                                                light 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                leering 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                so 
                                                    I 
                                                lay 
                                                beyond 
                                                this 
                                                night 
                                                and 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                fragile 
                                                pieces 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                can 
                                                remain, 
                                                incalculably 
                                                thin
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                as 
                                                never 
                                                and 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                return
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                so 
                                                    I 
                                                lay 
                                                beyond 
                                                this 
                                                night 
                                                and 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                fragile 
                                                pieces 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                can 
                                                remain, 
                                                incalculably 
                                                thin
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                as 
                                                never 
                                                and 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                return
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                trees 
                                                skinned 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                like 
                                                skin-ripped 
                                                hands
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                manufactured 
                                                night 
                                                with 
                                                bruising 
                                                steel
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                flocks 
                                                of 
                                                words 
                                                took 
                                                flight 
                                                but 
                                                fell 
                                                as 
                                                leaves
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hammered 
                                                fists 
                                                to 
                                                fit 
                                                our 
                                                virgin 
                                                hands
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                tempered 
                                                them 
                                                in 
                                                oil 
                                                and 
                                                orphaned 
                                                sand
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                spoke 
                                                in 
                                                fossils 
                                                and 
                                                reduced 
                                                the 
                                                real
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                ran 
                                                to 
                                                rotten 
                                                and 
                                                this 
                                                rot 
                                                we 
                                                breathe
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                so 
                                                    I 
                                                lay 
                                                beyond 
                                                this 
                                                night 
                                                and 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                fragile 
                                                pieces 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                can 
                                                remain, 
                                                incalculably 
                                                thin
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                as 
                                                never 
                                                and 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                return
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                so 
                                                    I 
                                                lay 
                                                beyond 
                                                this 
                                                night 
                                                and 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                fragile 
                                                pieces 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                can 
                                                remain, 
                                                incalculably 
                                                thin
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                as 
                                                never 
                                                and 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                return
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                sucked 
                                                in 
                                                summer 
                                                for 
                                                our 
                                                desperate 
                                                lust
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                failing 
                                                meat 
                                                we 
                                                fed 
                                                    a 
                                                grey 
                                                machine
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                coughed 
                                                into 
                                                our 
                                                weeping 
                                                ruby 
                                                sores
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                smiled 
                                                with 
                                                needles 
                                                and 
                                                we 
                                                cried 
                                                with 
                                                lust
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dismembering 
                                                the 
                                                time 
                                                for 
                                                begging 
                                                dust
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                stooped 
                                                to 
                                                label 
                                                all 
                                                love 
                                                as 
                                                unclean
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                watched 
                                                the 
                                                clouds 
                                                strut 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                dark 
                                                like 
                                                whores
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                so 
                                                    I 
                                                lay 
                                                beyond 
                                                this 
                                                night 
                                                and 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                fragile 
                                                pieces 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                can 
                                                remain, 
                                                incalculably 
                                                thin
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                is 
                                                as 
                                                never 
                                                and 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                return
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                dirt, 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                concerns
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                little 
                                                but 
                                                assist 
                                                the 
                                                angry 
                                                spin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                all 
                                                those 
                                                hardened 
                                                worlds 
                                                    I 
                                                hold 
                                                within
 
                                    
                                
                                                Those 
                                                glaring 
                                                satellites 
                                                    I 
                                                still 
                                                discern
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                only 
                                                in 
                                                dismay. 
                                                    I 
                                                bleed 
                                                and 
                                                yearn
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                distance, 
                                                and 
                                                that 
                                                old 
                                                trick 
-                                                to 
                                                begin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Again. 
                                                To 
                                                wash 
                                                the 
                                                flames 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                sins
 
                                    
                                
                                                And, 
                                                softly, 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                darkest 
                                                hope, 
                                                to 
                                                learn
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Fault Lines
2 Beneath the Trees
3 Split Hairs
4 Snowdrops in the Shade
5 Hands
6 Tide
7 Nothingverse
8 Blood and Fire
9 Ripper
10 The Understood
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