Terminal Decay: Second Iteration by The Tenebrian Machine Lyrics
Circuit coffin, vitriolic visera
Walls, the shades of enema
Reposing candid countermeasures
You, left me in her arms
Shade of my darkest moment, alone
As her moon rises, I fall
Look into my eyes, she consumes me
Exude, disrespected entity
Exude, breach of sanity
You! you will die with me
Mantis mentality
Disemboweling memories
Festering and broken
Filthy womb stutter mother, filthy womb stutter mother
You! dig my grave, bury me in her
I emit sorrow
Beckoning avarice, follow me into nothingness
I, I die for this
You, you will die for this
You spit on me as a friend
Pulsing feeling of dread
You left me in her arms
As her moon rises, I fall
You’ll never get it all
Episcopal seizure
Bursting into laughter
Lay beside me and die here
You can’t spit out the phrase
Out, the end of your days
Fiscal, lingering, clot
Shift blister into naught
Morbus rational thought
Cancerous monstrous rot
(Evan)
Congregation blacklight
As her moon rises, I fall
New entity dying inside me
Writhing in utero
Vomit up my soul
Awake for only a moment
(both)
You can’t kill what is already dying
Release, none for the dead inward
Outward falling up and apart
Vividly burning, yearning
Ever searching, warning
Vomiting internally
Writhing in utero, writhing in utero
Filthy womb stutter mother
Writhing in utero
Walls, the shades of enema
Reposing candid countermeasures
You, left me in her arms
Shade of my darkest moment, alone
As her moon rises, I fall
Look into my eyes, she consumes me
Exude, disrespected entity
Exude, breach of sanity
You! you will die with me
Mantis mentality
Disemboweling memories
Festering and broken
Filthy womb stutter mother, filthy womb stutter mother
You! dig my grave, bury me in her
I emit sorrow
Beckoning avarice, follow me into nothingness
I, I die for this
You, you will die for this
You spit on me as a friend
Pulsing feeling of dread
You left me in her arms
As her moon rises, I fall
You’ll never get it all
Episcopal seizure
Bursting into laughter
Lay beside me and die here
You can’t spit out the phrase
Out, the end of your days
Fiscal, lingering, clot
Shift blister into naught
Morbus rational thought
Cancerous monstrous rot
(Evan)
Congregation blacklight
As her moon rises, I fall
New entity dying inside me
Writhing in utero
Vomit up my soul
Awake for only a moment
(both)
You can’t kill what is already dying
Release, none for the dead inward
Outward falling up and apart
Vividly burning, yearning
Ever searching, warning
Vomiting internally
Writhing in utero, writhing in utero
Filthy womb stutter mother
Writhing in utero