Wretched Birthing Sloth
Father's room is dark. In precious time our hearts will
be alright. This floor is cold. And I'm afraid I am not
afraid of conjuring her, back from the grave. Whose are
these voices quickly approaching me? "Your sacrifice is
not sufficient. We'll need plenty more before you set
your sights to her." Wires are crawling out, struggling
at my leg. I hear my brother scream as he is consumed
like a burning tree. Not again. Confiscate my arms, my
heart. I must reclaim his soul at least! This sudden
dream is a distraction. A backwards creature writhed in
guts, in puss, in a mass of putrid flesh from which it
cannot escape. Locking eyes with eyes as bright as the
sun, reflecting off of clouds on such a beautiful day.
If only this could be illusive. Frozen by the loss of
blood, dragging myself to steel. Inching myself to this
familiar body. Painting a seal on this familiar body.
All's black.
[Solo: Funderburk]
Time is priceless. This bond is unconditional. I've
abandoned limbs just to claim a part of you. Expressing
sorrow with degradation, pouring from my eyes. Inhaling
blood. Blacking out amidst the futile cries.
[Lead: Vail]
Weightless then, clutched in the arms of a giant man,
this dream is surreal. Sailing through the gusts of
wind from hell. Weightless then, clutched in the arms
of a giant man, this dream is surreal. Sailing through
the gusts of wind and the rain.
