Lyrics Circa - Death Vessel

Circa

Remnant fauna circa days to come will take the cake
Having teethed on only scum, outstretched gums coarsely threaded
Oblong lost trait soft to a fault — a nonscape
Enter the text, thumbs convexed
Values in place of what you’d say are okay
How urchinous, neelesque things
Ultimately align in the wake of infinity
Area real through and through all we blew making believe
Making believe it off your chest
Combing through circa your death