Lyrics La Brea Tar Pits (Pseudomonas Putida) - Giant Squid

La Brea Tar Pits (Pseudomonas Putida)

I awaken from what can hardly be called sleep
Starving as if I had two stomachs to feed
An ebb and tide of images in my mind of the two of you keeps my gut painfully
empty
The tar boils and churns
I carve out and deny these infections on my soul and watch as they spawn a life
of their own
Leaving snail trails of scars over what little of me is still pure
As they crawl towards where the tar boils and churns
Aborted parts of my psyche are all found nourishing themselves at these pits
Bubbling forth from the recesses of my mind where all I am slowly falls in Abominations of my being incessantly teething