Night Of Morbid Psycho - Circle Of Dead Children

There is a wicked barrier that detaches and discolors our unattainable dreams from our inescapable realities Nothing chafes the ego more than the monstrous real

I can feel the Earth's erratic pulsations below its filthy thick rippled foreskin This feeling is far too comforting The universe's largest assembly line workin

I'd love to run your fingers through my heart Feel the ruin Smell the caustic stench Sweep me in the corner and forget I'll stay there until the sun has set：one

Chaos Crawls Back - Circle Of Dead Children Become but a lost forgotten skull in the high weeds of civilization where the smugness vanishes rapidly into shrieks

Jaracaca - Circle Of Dead Children Disemboweling all denomination with her penknife one stroke at a time* Sweet spirits. As she stares toward the back of her me

Obsidian Flakes - Circle Of Dead Children Sky turn to iron and the last words of gravity be inhaled into infinity* Speak with the energy and spirit of rotting s

Last Words And Warning Signs - Circle Of Dead Children You've burned your bridges and crushed all life within the world that dwelled under them* Kissed a prince

Refuse To Kill The Same Way Twice - Circle Of Dead Children Green light and skin tight* Plastic bag hung over your head because it's best to keep the carpet, an