d**h Du Jour - Weakmeat Vortex lyrics

When spoken wells the blood off the veins Spilling, streaming, pouring to parch Indeceased, dreaming Sever and decapitate limbs Way back is known No sweaty bed No decaying coffin No fear No d**h No names No words No fear Where may I astray Cured off the pain and life Emotions calm Vacant of anger and regret without gazes of hope Wasting facilitation Wasting vexation Triumph is nothing Being, won't decay Suffer, away