MEAT MACHINE
I BLEED FROM EXIT WOUNDS ENTER THE FOGS OF DISSONANCE PLAYING TUNES OF COURTESY ON MY LIMBS OF MISERY
AS THE BLOOD RUNS RED AS THE BREATH TURNS COLD THE MEAT MACHINE ROLLS ON UNTIL ALL REVELRY IS DEAD
IN MY PARENTHETIC CRYSTAL HELL COFFIN SPECTRES PROLIFERATE TRANSFER THE MEAT MACHINERY TO ATMOSFEARIC ASYMMETRY |