Album: Rune Husk (2017)

Widowsucking

It is all so intense to the doll
Only the worst of us, I ever have been
I do one but he can't commit and it's not that cool
To be one more away in your stable

I'm wicked 'cause I have not peaked
Your ugliest mind serves diseases, an addiction

I sent you doves, they returned in shocks of charcoal
Their song was sulfuric peals of anemic echo
Made me proud that my treble was thin and plenty deformed
A mean gnat cursed to call my own dead
Mantis of a widowsucking

Effusion of paranoid evasions in
How did the day turn?

Sick, we harvested invectives against old friends
Despite another hassle, the germs in frenetic clips

Why are we still hanging around
Feeding on estrous blues
If it wasn't so lame, I would
Give to you my true love

The knot on the hex of the 7-0-6
Rosy crucifixion