Stillborn Songtext / Lyric

Stillborn Songtext
The silence drunk.
Our book in sheets.
The time chewed up.
Our words defaced.
The expanse shapelessly. Conquer me
and all you carry off is void.
Richness is a soul
I all along failed to enjoy. Sometime I pilgrimage to the
foresight that I once bled
Now and again I rest my head
in its unendangered bed.

Its mattress is a marvel.
The blancket is a boon.
Its pillow the age old wisdom
that tries to educate a loon.

Our joy is a constant whirring
excessive to the bone; a clean, whitewashed lie.
Our anguish is a tune that's riven
into fatique and our for good weeping eyes.

My mind's eye is sore
I'm spitting mouths full of tears
I'm pissing bladders filled with ichor
Disembowel my corpora to the marrow
and look at me cause I look like you I'm your unbidden distorting mirror.

My heart stands still