Virus Inward Bound
Dread swims through the bloodstreams Floating back into the past On the drift, voices wailing A tone-deaf choir praising
It rotates inside the tomb Coiled around a broken ladder Infants swirl inside the womb Retracting to their dense rooms
The taste of old words The heart recoils and repents Infected water spoils the well A telescope through to hell
Inside my spacious cellar I do not shine right The blue light's smooth But it's a dense void Beneath my tongue, raw screams I swim behind the lies and moan The blue light's smooth But it won't shine right
The stained internal sculpture The holy infant inside the sun A dead flower blooming Listening out for the end
Inside my spacious cellar I do not shine right The blue light's smooth But it's a dense void Beneath my tongue, raw screams The crude voice of the soul Underneath my hunger My hermetic fowl interior land