
Date of issue: 05.08.2013
Song language: English
Deconstructive Parasite |
I turn an injury into tumidity |
I turn that moisture into pus |
I turn a human into grunting entity |
I turn life into torture |
I tremble in foretaste of consumption |
Of the soft tissues and bone marrow |
Lungs are torn by my poisonous mandibles |
Rest of oxygen is melting the throat |
Guts are melding |
Into pulsing liquid manure |
Spewing liters of music |
And swarming larvae clots |
Convulsions are shaking the whole body |
It’s turning into suppurative soup |
Eyes slowly start to swell |
Filled with spawning insects |
Ichor oozing congealing |
In turbid crust |
Inside the bloodshot gullet |
I tear it out |
Tear this meat out from the insides |
Impregnated, saturated with putridity |
Inside the bloodshot gullet |
I live to eat to breed |
This is my territory |
This is my newfound hive |
Here I will secrete sorely |
My maggots that shall |
Complete my business here |
Overwhelming frenzy blinds my eyes |
While I start to grow |
I gnaw my way outside |
Becoming a beast, battling no more |