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I feed on filth and sin
Defiling the temple I once believed was holy
Nothing is sacred anymore
My body thirsts for that which once caused my stomach to heave
A tolerance for poison changed into my perversion
I only wish now that I could vomit everything inside me
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ヘンタイの変体
00:53
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Slithering shape shifter
Amorphous and devoid of structure
Standing rank for demons that shield
Never quite the same
Changing form, reflexive ideals
You pledge your allegiance to beloved devils
A hollow face fit only for masks
No sense of structure but the lust to be opposition
Only an image found upon the glass
When mirrors shatter, you will be gone into the aether
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Receding Flesh
00:58
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Spit out the blood in the sink
Oh, how poetic as I bleed
So fragile, how I let it flow from the cuts
Out into the world with the taste in my mouth
A consistent flavor of iron and pain
Let it out, let it out for the world to see
Ever always spitting out red
Teeth are stained, mouth is dry
My insides are delicate, ready to fade
I can’t keep this up much longer
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Mad Dog On Buspirone
01:24
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A balloon skin made taught
Filled too much with raging waters
Filth and purity, the weight of the world liquified
Keep pouring until the stretching stops
I am coming unhinged
At the first tear
The whole skin will unravel
Ropes and thick hides
Stitching together over the brittle casing of a bomb
The hammers keep falling
Dangerously curious of how quickly atoms expand
Or tragically ignorant nonetheless
Even that treasured land of hot springs and infinite beauty of the wilderness
Stirs slowly from molten fury below
Stoic meditations are the guards against myself
Held by a thread, the mad dog is hungry
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Anxiety High
01:05
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Eyes focus in and out
Disassociation, I’m just to the left of reality
I can’t breathe while my brain escapes
My heart is unforgiving of my existence
Fuck me for leaving home
Everyone is crawling inside my head
Reading every perverted and chaotic line painted on its walls
They’re all so unpredictable
I swear they’re going to hurt me
Goddamn I feel dead
Like plugging a radio into my chest
Circuitry misfires and takes a new path
My nerves are going to explode
Go ahead and kill me, get it the fuck over with
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Forced Into Dead Earth
00:48
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Pathological weakness rising from an inability to overcome comfortable cowardice
Cling to short term gains in a selfish game of keep-away
Abusing ethical and existential shortcuts to fill restricted headspace with vapid nonsense
I tire of human weakness
A never ending, jagged circle
Hooks cutting away at flesh to scrape away living tissue
Prolapsing mouth of a species damned to colony collapse
Burying heads in the same used up soil from yesteryear
Seeking to bury others in the deadened grounds
Nothing can grow from dead seeds
They resist the sun and rain
Pushing against a better tomorrow
They will ultimately fill the Earth with garbage
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Have you ever seen the ocean by moonlight?
Lit by silver in the still of the winter?
Fingernails of wind grip hard to the skin
While wisps of sand float on in the blueness
I dream of evenings as a child standing by the sea
In solitude as I look on to watch the ships float waves of white
The lights from fisherman filling their nets
Stars glow coldly in the clearness of the universe
As the years pass and though my world has changed
Waters will rise and fall there on that distant shore
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