A Family Tree to Hang From - Circle Of Dead Children

This wound cannot be patched as my blood runs gelatinous, sweet and black Only to be tasted by the chafed lips of the inflictor, a mirror The heavy-handed swift

Manipulate the slime and assume supreme control of the mind The smallest particles of existence can become the fallen curtains for us all The show is over for t

If I knew for sure that I had a soul I'd sell it right now for the chance to experience Mother Earth's last gasp before she sinks into a perpetual episode of li

As faces crept in from the room next door to my eyes I let a razor race swiftly down my armless body towards the clays of hell Blink to separate desecration fro

Climb the fibrous ladder dear friend Watch your head Watch your step Chained meat hook your new ally and playmate Hang yourself from the virginal I beam above H

Everything around me shrinks and expands Memories compacted Fantasies extracted Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer This is just a reenactment