Face The Wheel

Lyrics

~Parasitic Lung~
Isolation day dream is nothing to me
Infection is pure in this tubal decree
Dead on arrival the last few will see
I am a witness to lovely disease
Tax of the flesh comes thou Pharisees
Nothing is rooted in skin bound trees
Coughing…bleeding…dying isolation
Cutting…seething…personal creation
Choking…feeding…internal irritation
Coughing…bleeding…dying isolation
Snuff films for angels
Restricted wings
Whispers of violence
Decrepit things
Dead baby birds form
Crowns for the kings
Contorted conjoined
Twins do not sing
Coughing…bleeding…dying isolation
Cutting…seething…personal creation
Choking…feeding…internal irritation
Coughing…bleeding…dying isolation
I sit in darkness confined to my home
Lost in destruction we are alone
Compulsive distraction mentally disown
Worm digs in deeper as stitches are sown
Isolation…
Isolation…
Isolation…
Isolation…
Parasitic envy denied
All of the tissue has died
Atrophy turned genocide
No one is sure who has lied
Coughing…bleeding…dying isolation
Cutting…seething…personal creation
Choking…feeding…internal irritation
Coughing…bleeding…dying isolation
Return to the infantile
Cavity-ridden rotting smile
We’ve been lost for a while
Isolation is back in style
Return to the infantile
Cavity-ridden rotting smile
We’ve been lost for a while
Isolation is back in style