The Dim Lyrics

Album: The Dim

Corners beneath the tongue, cold static on wounds of bone.

Cracks design their filth, ghostly rot voids lay on a fathers hands.

these mirrors are flesh abortions, soaked in night,

unseen, the will in me leaves.

rags removed from my sleep, calm the butcher’s in ashes.

blue window in extentions, carnal lights translucent.

voids aroused in dreams.

gorged violation, pornographic whimpers.

seizures in failure (crippled screams)

fractal rot

cracks design their filth

stars in fractures

blood on the requiems back, deaf splinters enter us unwilling.

our voices strangled in sound, nights divorced in stories returned