Lunar Caustic کے بول

Nerveless tissue, no impulse, horridly it pressures the scull Flowing out with thoughts through orbits The shortest way To cut aggravating rumble, to strangle pulsation Till it crushes all Invites the void Invites the silence Proud flesh Tear it all out, tear it now, tear before it’s too late Proud flesh Don’t let it grow, don’t let go, never let it steam Proud flesh Scratch out with nails, scratch it all, let it bleed away Proud flesh Throw it away, watch it die, before it starts to live Rampant thoughts intertwine Too many pullulated No turning back All said and done Hide in the corner and punch the empty space It is so warm, I feel tranquility It feels so warm, I feel tranquility May have all been just a bad dream May have all been a hallucination Maybe I just forgot the bitter taste No Don’t you save me