Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not That Kind of Ouroboros, artist - ORBS. Album song Past Life Regression, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 14.07.2016
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Not That Kind of Ouroboros |
| Are you hanging |
| Onto sentiment |
| Like a child hangs |
| From its mother’s breast? |
| And in regards to selflessness |
| From a woman self-obsessed… |
| Are you pregnant |
| With that suckling pig? |
| Will you birth it |
| Or will it stay attached? |
| And on the topic of regret |
| Has the thought consumed you yet? |
| Are you benign? |
| Are you malignant? |
| If I cut you out, will you grow right back? |
| If you could only see yourself through foreign eyes you’d see that you’re |
| disgusting |
| Oh my! |
| You’ve grown another head. |
| Mirror, mirror |
| Which one is the dom? |
| Oh my, oh my my |
| With so many faces and so many eyes |
| How are you so blind, so blind? |
| Because you love yourself so well |
| You will not cut umbilical |
| Absorb their muscles, every cell |
| Your body is an orphanage to horrors |
| Oh my! |
| You’ve grown another tongue. |
| Mirror, mirror |
| Which one is the dom? |
| Oh my, oh my my |
| With so many limbs and so many digits |
| How are you so senseless, so callous? |
| Because you love yourself so well |
| You will not let your offspring out |
| You wrap your innards 'round their throat |
| Your body is a prison, is a hell and |
| If you could only see your skin through foreign eyes you’d see it’s stretching |
| thin |
| And mid-crowning, suck it back in |
| Are you benign? |
| Are you malignant? |
| If I cut you out, will you grow right back? |
| There’s no smell of afterbirth |
| No crying babies to be heard (Ooh-ahh) |
| The sound of prisoners moaning through |
| Stretching epidermal goo (Ooh-ahh) |
| Oh, I, I |
| Cause you love yourself so well |
| None shall pass through your birth canal |
| You’d sooner knot it off yourself |
| Your body is a wet and weaving labyrinth |
| Because you only love yourself |
| You’ll spread your legs for no one else |
| An incubated prison cell |
| No bodies get to leave |
| Now that you can fuck yourself you’ll be content, need nothing else |
| This true love is gruesome |
| Getting sick (Ooh-ahh) |
| You’re all filled up with afterbirth |
| Pray to science you fucking burst |
| (A seam will open, you’ll feel nothing at first, but like a crack in a |
| windshield it spreads and) |
| We’ll drape this town in scenes of red |
| At city hall we’ll keep your head |
| A monument to abstinence |
| A monument to altruism |
| Reminder there is consequence |
| (With that being said, I must ask) |
| Have you been sleeping? |
| Because you look like shit |
| Staying up all night trying |
| To get yourself pregnant |