Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: C. Pisacis (Phra-Men-Ma) Letra

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Letra de Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: C. Pisacis (Phra-Men-Ma)
Brick by brick, the night eclipsed, pricked by cuticle thorns.
Tried the sleep on nursery slits, into this life I'm born.
Heaven's just a scab away, I'd like to see you after just one taste.

Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight, night forever more.
Let them see it has begun, the others I've become.

If you should see the dice, charmed with it's snaked choked eyes.
You'll wear the widows weeds, because they're just your size.

Behind the snail secretion, leaves a dry heave that absorbs.
A limbless procreation, let the infant crawled deformed.
A bag replaced the breath of these suffocating sheets, and now when the craving calls, I'll scratch my itchy teeth.

(sing?) it now
come on and (sing?) it now
come on and (sing?) it now

Sink your teeth, into the flesh, into the flesh of midnight, night forever more.
Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight, night forever more.

She fell for the whispers, sister flooded deaf tears.
That night tore a river, in her baron womb mirror.
And his multiple sons with their mandible tongues.
Set crucified fires to petrified homes...let it burn.

And the owls they were watching, and the owls didn't care.
Then the owls came a knocking, placenta in their stares.
They will feed on all the carnage, leftover from the flood.
And in the corner of their eyes, fled sister L' Via.
Sister L' Via.

Now the pieces went floating, reflecting all at dusk.
Conceived from the stabbing, was Vismund Cygnus.

Twenty five wives in the lake tonight.
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight.
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight.
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight.
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight.
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight.