Paroles de Infusorium

Infusorium dystopian The brotherhood of the black fog Greater ventriquism Bring down the skies Levers pulled Dead eyes shift And the pendulum drops and tilts and sways Crust of swale Qliphothic tree of false-life Growth in death Death is growth Black opaque mask Turned valve, breathed deeply A mockery of creatures An explosion from the inside out A mockery of features Skull embedded face up Buried feet first Faces just above the soil Mouth hung open Heads twisted backwards, facing up Heads twisted backwards, facing up Heads twisted backwards, facing up Heads twisted backwards, facing up