Текст песни The Insect Room - Vore Complex

Carved just once into a shiver
Gnashed up twice through the ground
The icicles are reaping at the East of sound
So take your little pinky shovels
Dig a fresh deep hole
I'll have you plant another penny
It might grow you a soul

I'm skipping round a razor whipcord in The Insect Room
Three bone devils in the corner and they're playing purple tunes
They will not take the hit
Not even from you
But prick one of us tonight and we can chew down the moon

I learned you don't need a needle just to stitch up a rose
Ask the red crowds in the wilderness still fingering their stones
With a screech of rigidity and acid rainbow licks
Pinning thorns to the future
See how well they stick

All your scabs are screaming their Pro Patria Mori
Twitching with the friction as you manufacture glory
Hanging each heart on an animal hook
As the tongues of the cameras
Burn through my books

My bloody spit in your eyes
And a discount on disease
The waves are withered
And the sky's on its knees
As I delete my sanity
And pull out the plug
On the nature of doubt
And the colour of these drugs
The blindworms are waiting
At the side of each scream
Hacking up the bile
Howling back into my dreams
To load another bullet
In the chamber of the gun
That I store inside my skull
For when the world has come undone

I'm skipping round a razor whipcord in The Insect Room
Three bone devils in the corner and they're playing purple tunes
They will not take the hit
Not even from you
But prick one of us tonight and we can chew down the moon

You force the cold wet love clots
Under their skin
And lacerate integrity
For other ways to win
But my teeth are sharpened on these nails of hate
And there are beetles in this bloodstream picking up their plates

I'm skipping round a razor whipcord in The Insect Room
Three bone devils in the corner and they're playing purple tunes
They will not take the hit
Not even from ewe
But prick one of us to Night and we can chew down the moon

I'm skipping round a razor whipcord in The Insect Room
Three bone devils in the corner and they're playing purple tunes
There is hunger in my smile
There is laughter in my throat
And all the music's squirting out
As I tell another joke

Everything's just fine in The Insect Room
Everything's just fine in The Insect Room
Everything's just fine in The Insect Room
Oh, everything's just fine down in the (in) Sect Room