The Tongue Of Pain Lyrics
A sip of blood,Delicious tasteOf precious mud...The gold of sweetOn gummy sculls,A smile of trashOn lips of gulls.Your poisoned friendsAre seeking sky.They flock and drug,They fuck and die.The Moon-face grins,It swallows tides.Its soul sleeps.In dreams it cries.A wave of flukeWill sink your hate.In sea of siltIt can't but wait.It keeps a gunWith sickly pillsTo cure earthquakesOr the thrills.Your being is fiction,Your dream is mire.You rave and roveAnd set on fire.Can't stop your raceIn bloody rain.A flash of darkWill full your pain.
Immortal The Tongue Of Pain
