Album: Tentacles of Whorror
The eye's sight scrapes back and forth against the frame of death mask slit
The mouth gurgles forth
A black matter thick and putrid
Naught ears detect the rattle
The hissing crackle of time
Space
The vessel convulses in rhythm with torment and space
Space
The air cuts the skins
Force now under
Bandages hands tear and pull at the chest cavity
Screamin all the meat away in a epileptic frenzy
Searching to not exit
The feet wait silent in a pool of excrement and blood and still the mouth gurgles forth
A black matter thick an putrid