There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel
Punctuated by her decrepit prowl
She washed down the hatching

Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged
By combing her torso to a pile

Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels...


Bring me to my knees
Read the sharpened lines
All my arms

Bled me blind

Faucet leaks in shadows

Spilling from morgue lancet
Caressed your fontanelle


I've sworn to kill
Every last one
Every last one


Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms

Onto the floor
And out of your mouth
Out of your eyelids


No there´s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches

No there´s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches


All your dreams
Splintered off
Leech by leech

On this catafalque

Anyone will tell you

Yes anyone
Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm


Your mother flirted with disease
When she skinned that costume
By it´s navel strings


Panic in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms

Onto the floor
And out of your mouth
Out of your eyelids


No there´s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches

No there´s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there´s no light

In the darkest of your furthest reaches
No there´s no light
In the darkest of your furthest reaches