Circle Of Dead Children

Corsage Of Fresh Meat And Rotted Pride
Climb the fibrous ladder dear friend Watch your head Watch your step Chained meat-hook your new ally and playmate Hang yourself from the virginal I-beam above Hang from your anatomically correct eye sockets A perfect match for the grapple Hang like the meat you have been farmed to become Hang raw and arrogant Watch the gold-wash Watch the spin and spit Sweat, drip, foam and hiss Hang like meat Dangle in indifference Suspend above the spectators Fresh meat sways Rotted pride withers Raw From Letras Mania