Slowly We Crawl Towards Crumbs
de Funeralium
I played the painter on my skin
And engraved some figures on it
Push them away!!
Suppurated became my draws
The stinking precious waste
Push them away!!
I poured some salt into my wounds
And softened them with cotton-wool
Push them away!!
Attempted to extract this gem
The fucking black bile
Push them away!!
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