Paroles Easter de Cloacal Kiss

Textes et Paroles de Easter

---**Note: These are lyrics to all of the songs on the album "Easter," typed out exactly as they appear in the album booklet. There is no separation by song in the booklet and lyrically I can't tell where one song ends and the next begins by ear but maybe someone else will have more luck. Again, these are the lyrics to the *album*, not an individual song.---i the abomination twisted patchwork heap of rust rivets and bolts wed in flesh canopy landscape buzz saw rib cage death ray eyes ejaculating putrid nerve agent bile soaked esophagus pale green fragrance of bitter cherub aftertaste arms end in vices takers of life and legs legs are for lurking i the vile necrobot psychotic christ like robotic return from the earthworms and i've yet to feel an ounce of remorse or regret for the stains on what's left of these tatters each one another life gone oh aren't i beautiful aren't i the end i have many tools but have saved the worst for you oh how glorious to be sheltered in the entrails of your cloven hoof shrine venison seraphim venison seraphim hands clasped like a mantis praise be i'll have your hide as my keepsake i'll have your hide crucified by the fireside burn burn and binge binge on the meat of your splayed slut christ those eyes glisten through the body consumed our tongues find god in this place your cavern births the house of worship in us all oh to finally wash clean bathing in the sweet grease of your rot this is your rebirth to stillness amid coital evisceration your belly splits in red rivers ribboning down your walls i'll nurse them to their independence pressing fingers through to your new beginning clinging to myself in your depths can you feel it child ripping through in torrents i'll baptize you in crimson and pearl we all wear this caked mass of ourselves it is a death mask a smudge of black that shows him how to rape us like we've prayed for it this plasticine soil bubbles over in technicolor stretching out to a battery acid sea is this a construct automated glad hand copy of a copy of christ in ballistics gel a centerpiece leading the stagger the evolution of man in reeking porcelain you're a fitting monument to joan of arc erected in blow orgasm war cry gusto through pills and tits they like you in nothing but razor blades another chance to make a statement vicodin princess cut away for the cause dragging lines across your reflection shaking your fists to feel past the numbness shaking your fists to feel the wetness pick an orifice your crusade is a fuck frenzy as sure as bricks will bear your blood i'm coming jagged and jaded like the abortion you should have been these drunken hands have spelled in flesh i am not the man with whom to fuck i can feel the worms slide past my sockets inching towards the surface others have already reached what's left of me engorged meat straining across hydraulics and marrow strangled in bruise colored organs pushing past the ill-fit collecting their vitals as nectar suckling their fluids as i break the surface and stand with my brothers eyes to the sky

C'était les paroles de Easter
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