Lyrics Parse Over - The Amenta

Parse Over

I will blooddye the doors of my house
And flood chambers of lung and heart
I will blooddye the doors of my house
And flood deltas of the vein
I dig through my navel
Feel the unravelling of bones
And the deltas of the vein
Now noosely knotted
This unspooling body
What worth is one in this world?
A hail of nails
In the hardwood
What good a protector
Who varies in potence?
The weight of their
Weakness in my weft
What use a cystem
Enslaved to its shivering?
Unmanned, dismantled
I’ll make a tent of my skin
I’ll sever the heartstring
To allow them their run
I will blooddye the doors of my house
And flood chambers of lung and heart
I will blooddye the doors of my house
And flood deltas of the vein
I unspill the thread of my gut
Tie it in a thresher’s hold
Build the brick of my muscles
I ask you to enshrine my failures
They are the symbols of man
I ask you to discard my flesh
It is the symbol of mud
I ask you for silence on my soul
Please see my grave is kept clean
I ask you for silence on my soul
I ask you to discard my flesh
Dipping my palms deep in my well
I withdraw a butcher’s tell
The slickly coagulant gloves
I smear my prayer, crosswise, on the door