Whorecore Severed Wings
It's a place I've been to, that im sure of
Cant put my finger when or why,
I've been here it's fact
The faces I've seen here, are not here, they're all
missing gone
Shattered and torn, irrelevant obsolete
Incarcerated
I've grown out of this place
Wall-less cells
The cold and the dark, they loath my flesh
This prison is time, and it's endless
It severs and it maims
It burns, it never f..cking ends
Digits stand still no movement no light
Life has ceased
Incarcerated
I've grown out of this place
Wall-less cells
The cold and the dark, they loath my flesh
How long, how long, how long, oh god how looooooooooooong
As the wounds healed it became apparent they lied to me
all along
No more, no more
