Creeping Like Frost

As Slow As Grave Moss

Like Drowning In Dry Oceans Of Bone Dust

I Taste The Wreckage Of Crumbling Faces

I Know The Pale Thing In The Darkest Of Places

I Remember Blood From The Thighs Of The Mother

As Everything Is Eaten By Another

How Much More Must We Bleed Her

I Cut Their Throats While They Slept

I Wept

I Peel Back My Skull For You

Yes I Do

Slow Desolation Like A Funeral Procession

The Lovely One Screams Like She's Caught Between Stations

I Eat The Razor, A Mouthful Of God's Flesh

Sweating This Blackness,

I Am Shitting This Cold Death

I Remember Blood From The Thighs Of The Mother

As Everything Is Eaten By Another

How Much More Must We Bleed Her

I Cut Their Throats While They Slept

I Wept

I Peel Back My Skull For You

Yes I Do

DEAD VENUS BLUE

Love Is Rotting On The Vine

Crumbling In God's Sunshine

I Am Dying All The Time

Point Me At The Sky... Sky

How Much More Must We Bleed Her

I Cut Their Throats While They Slept

I Wept

I Peel Back My Skull For You

Yes I Do

DEAD VENUS BLUE

How Much More Must We Bleed Her

I Cut Their Throats While They Slept

I Wept

I Peel Back My Skull For You

Yes I Do

DEAD VENUS BLUE

I Taste The Wreckage Of Crumbling Faces

I Know The Pale Thing In The Darkest Of Places