The dull thud of packing meat.
It's my bare fist beating meat.
I'm a meat eater and meat is me.
I'm a meat eater bearing recoiled red teeth.
With veneer forget-me-knots.
I'll always be a part of you.
With born again birth rite.
Our baptismal names we lose.
A soul's exit from a food source is quick, painless, and without force.
I'll pick up the scent; i'll ride the rail.
And it's easy hunting along blood trail.
It skinned my life.
It saved my hide.
It drained my fluids.
And carved out my insides
1 | Кто то вроде меня |
2 | Антагонизм |
3 | Весна |
4 | Heroin |
5 | Break The Silence |
6 | Голоса |
7 | Life And Limb |
8 | Please Don't Go Out Tonight |
9 | Crossed |
10 | Буратино |