Smell of a Grey Sore Lyrics

Empty room
This good old fix of void
When rises
The desire to ruin this body
Spit here, by an hideous friction
Shadow between real and pale light
From the ancient soul prison
Flesh buries into flesh
I made myself its bars
With scissors cuts into bloody pulp
I can't see anymore
The fallopian tubes where births are quivering
The soft soil of the belly
Where old children commit frozen reaps
The circle of opal, cursed for a million time
Where nerves
Converge in blooms of misery
We must shut for ever, what's open in us
The barks of the sacred
The species smelling sanitars
Where chemistry and virtue speech enlaced
Imitating the hideous manners
Of these meat idols, which have pooped us
Asses and bellies
Through asses and bellies
The circle of opal -flesh- cursed for a million time
Buries into flesh
Where nerves converge in blooms of misery