Migration by Circle of Dead Children Lyrics
Like the numb birds that failed to make their migration
Thin flesh, frozen yet dry, has sunken and painted itself to the filthy bones of its dead host
Dusted in snow kissed by fuel emissions and dog ejaculation
Soil fused to feathersSoil fused to the bodyLess than a statistic so are we
Thin flesh, frozen yet dry, has sunken and painted itself to the filthy bones of its dead host
Dusted in snow kissed by fuel emissions and dog ejaculation
Soil fused to feathersSoil fused to the bodyLess than a statistic so are we