The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Necrophagia Embalmed Yet I Breath
buried deep beneath spoiled ground my body craves formaldehyde withdrawls lying within dampened rot memories return and fade casket sealed shut still I remain alive undead decrepit breath rotting limbs I am an abortion from the crypt dissection stiches along my chest strain to keep my organs inside a lair of maggots imbedded in my brain I hear their thoughts as they guide my way inhuman craving for salted flesh a funeral birth I shall never rest down below the cold earth decrepit breath rotting limbs I am an abortion from the crypt dissection stiches along my chest
