Lungs

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