Self​-​Excavating Prophecies

from by Siberian Death Crash

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Don’t crave my love; it’s ordinary
Covet my blood, extraordinary!
Quest to digest, beat coagulation
Bleeding’s the best! Sweet menstruation

Heads says you won’t get far
For I shall be the one to tug you back!
Don't ever touch your scars; don’t ever trace an arc
For the past soon fades to black

It came from within, it’s going to bring
Flaming effigies sprout hairs on their chinny-chin-chins
Self-excavation will bring me these things
Genetic odysseys that lurk deep beneath the skin

Short, sharp, blunt blows; self-flagellation
Laugh long; laugh loud, Gods of degradation
Flayed and displayed, a strange sensation
Exposed, explained through vivisection

Don’t doubt I’ll bide my time
I vow to hide these crimes until my dying breath
I’ve learnt to sever nerves; know how to transfuse words
To exorcise, not maim

It came from within, it’s going to bring
Burning prophecies melt the glass in my chinney-chin-chin
Self-excavation will bring me these things
Geometric oddities protrude through the holes in my skin

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from The Trojan Cow LP, released May 26, 2016

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