Machinery That Renders Debt Infinite by Jute Gyte Lyrics
The force
Which shapes blades
On a hill of sickness
The grafted skin
And clinging cerements
The overwhelming
Indifference of nature
The procession
Of each successive moment
The black-lipped wound
That mouths oblivion
Machinery that renders
The force
Which shapes blades
On a hill of sickness
The grafted skin
And clinging cerements
The overwhelming
Indifference of nature
The procession
Of each successive moment
The
The appeal for pity
Resonating in the void
The black-lipped wound
That mouths oblivion
Machinery that renders debt infinite
The force
Which shapes blades
On a hill of sickness
The grafted skin
And clinging cerements
The overwhelming
Indifference of nature
The procession
Of each successive
Moment
The appeal for pity
Resonating in the void
The black-lipped wound
That mouths oblivion
Machinery that renders debt infinite
The
Which shapes blades
On a hill of sickness
The grafted skin
And clinging cerements
The overwhelming
Indifference of nature
The procession
Of each successive moment
The black-lipped wound
That mouths oblivion
Machinery that renders
The force
Which shapes blades
On a hill of sickness
The grafted skin
And clinging cerements
The overwhelming
Indifference of nature
The procession
Of each successive moment
The
The appeal for pity
Resonating in the void
The black-lipped wound
That mouths oblivion
Machinery that renders debt infinite
The force
Which shapes blades
On a hill of sickness
The grafted skin
And clinging cerements
The overwhelming
Indifference of nature
The procession
Of each successive
Moment
The appeal for pity
Resonating in the void
The black-lipped wound
That mouths oblivion
Machinery that renders debt infinite
The