Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Acrid Canon, artist - Archspire. Date of issue: 28.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Acrid Canon |
| The thought of bringing to term |
| This thing growing within |
| Elevates my disgust |
| To a crippling wretch |
| Feeling it crawl into me from the void |
| Is beyond gut wrenching |
| It’s beyond anything |
| One could have dreamt |
| Or created fictitiously |
| Can you control what can not be killed? |
| What is to become |
| Of my imminent newborn |
| Taken to a room by gurney |
| Examined under fluorescent light |
| Everything I witnessed after this |
| I documented in my Acrid Canon |
| Taking mental note of all the horrors happening around me |
| To scribe down |
| While amid the massive havoc |
| After my eyes tamed to the light |
| I surveyed the room |
| And saw the abnormality |
| Crowning out of the person expressionless |
| Spread next to me |
| I vomited out of fear |
| Hazmatted men now fill the room |
| Gathering around the bed |
| Admiring a four foot coiling gleaming slug |
| Blacking out from what I witnessed |
| Waking up and wondering |
| If what I saw was real or faked |
| Or some kind of a sickly fever |
| The man hovering right above me |
| Told me I was close to hatching |
| Peering around the room again |
| I saw the gore that proved it happened |
| Morbid visions |
| Repeating again and I vomit in fear |
| My throw up made the man recoil |
| Enough for me to run away |
| No relief from my escape |
| The town just bore more fodder |
| For my Acrid Canon |
| Along the stretch of road before me |
| Far as any eye could see |
| Children strung from poles and scalped |
| Their skin and hair had been removed |
| Around their neck they wore a sign |
| Freeing the first that I could |
| Caused them to scream |
| Alerting their harvesters |
| Pliers and scissors in hand |
| The elderly ran |
| Towards me in multiples |
| Bolting into a near idling vehicle |
| They chase me faster |
| Than humanly possible |
| As I rode away I looked down |
| At the sign the child wore |
| That stuck to me with clotting blood |
| I peeled it from my chest and read it |
| «Write the name of what you feed it |
| In the chalk made of their bone |
| On the brick where it lay dreaming |
| And see your future» |
| Panic breathing |
| I can feel it |
| Crawling in me |
| Breaking my water |
| I grab a pen and as I fade |
| I write the burned in memories |
| Of my Canon |
| Acrid Canon |
| I pound on the horn |
| And beg not to give birth to it |
| This thing is in me |
| The Boanet’s growing |
| The creature is in me the Boanet’s growing |
| The Boanet’s growing |
| The Boanet is coming out |