Spittle dangling, expelled from gaping maws Urgent panting, stormforce winds feed the conflagration Impa**ive aggressive self-trauma Idly choked by brambles Ensnared in the malice The Panic fills your nostrils Ensnared in the malice The Panic fills your nostrils I need my f**ing penance now Towing my luggage around under my eyes To their waiting withered mouths Rapacious blank horrors that they are