Immortel memories
Dead in a web
Where we once wore our roaring head
Dead In A Web
Boring people on c**aine
Dead In A Web
Sandpaper tongues forked with terms of depression.
Missing limbs thin under sweet obsession
God coming down pulling f**ers from bars,
And sticking them in driver seats of cars
Track marks the spot of the stuttering dead.
But there's easier ways to blow of your head