With decadent heart
And streamless blood
Memories will stink up the earth
No inhalation for new hope
Just a scene of limbless brides
With broken back and eroded feet
You think you can walk again
Even crawling is not an option now
Smile without lips
Speak without tongue
And with pale skin enjoy your lust
Forget me not
I dwell between the fabric of your ego
The textures there are torn to the bones
And the patterns are paranoid
All these disfigured fingers
Wont help you catch another breath
I dwell between the fabric of your ego
The textures there are torn to the bones
And the patterns are paranoid
Forget me not
Smile without lips
Speak without tongue
And with pale skin enjoy your lust
supported by 5 fans who also own “Limbless Brides”
listening to it now with a few shots of vodka. got to be the perfect way to finish off the day. roll on the next release. favourite track. the whole damn album. barry palmer