Songtext von Drown In Spit

Clipped wings, please God Stop headbutting the wall Fuck God She fell alive I came apart A complicated work of art Ejaculation spared the womb Exhilaration bred the gloom (I am your God, hyperbole) Attack Believe I am nothing with no future (Nature is my crux, nailed to my own precious cross) I sold my soul She came too soon A fetishistic anteroom Somnambulation weakened sin The barbed wire cross allowed them in (Passionate in life, I am a fucking dog) Separate, dissonant and dangerous and sentient (Salivating organs, tense abdomen, beaten repeatedly, second pleasure) Cry for me when my sex dies By my own hand I’ll stop you drowning Satiate my warped desire And you will hear my hungry howling (Power, power, power, power, power, power Power, power, power, power, power unto death) Cry for the death of my sex Drown in my glorious spit