Из альбома: Croatoan
(R Resmini)
I writhe serpentine Slither into your mind's farthest reach A little
corner of Hell Endhouse, backyard served as an execution chamber Pets
drown in their cages Across the street backyards dropped into an
alleyway There, compost twists the guts into knots Feel the roll
Expect the coil to anchor me to the spot