Letra de Kopf Meines Vaters

Gums are folded back. slow revealing rot. Smiling thin through mold admits the one obsessive thought. Emaciated bastard. hopeless mother fucker. The man is gone and what remains Still haunts his bones and floods his veins. Mind is under duress, chased by southern worms. The insects in the ceiling have been gathering in swarms. Innumerable shapes. delusions exhumed. The walls are leaning inward, the consumer is consumed. It took the head of my father, my sister, my mother. Rejected interventions only bring us together. Consume your failing liver, lose your sense of self. The dimming thoughts of something real degrade the chance to heal.