Deaf lights filling us with holes
Neither karma nor higher levels
Taste of dirt within your cheek
Vomit a mind that made weak
Fleeing pressure, born dead brains
Breathe it on the inside
Till you bleed
Smell the ashes
Daily feast
See how good we became
Pushing spiked wheels made of squares
Gray sun exposed to yellow brains
Drowning time, Burdened and chained
Dry me sweet soil, Dry I'm your whore
Bleed it on the inside
Till you breathe
Lick the ashes
Slutty dish
inhale
exile
