Luyện nghe bài hát Cassandra Geminni: Plant A Nail In The Navel Stream

There was a syrup dripping off
His lap danced lapel, by her
Decrepit prowl she washed down the
Gizzard as a mane of needles
His orifice hemorrhaged
By her torso to a pile
Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his
She was a mink job in sarcophagus heels

Bring me to my
Read the lines
All my arms,
Bled me
Faucet in shadows
Spilling from lancet
Caressed fontanelle
I've sworn to kill every one
last one
Panic in the shakes of the
in the worms
Onto the
And out of mouth
Out of your

No there's no light, in the
Of your furthest
No no light, in the darkest
Of your furthest

All your dreams, off
Leech by leech on catafalque
Anyone will you, yes anyone
Chance had me a trip wire alarm
Your mother flirted disease
When she that costume by its navel strings
in the shakes of the wounded
Panic in the worms, the floor
And out of mouth
And out of your

No there's no light, in the
Of furthest reaches
No there's no light, in the
Of your furthest
No no light, in the darkest
Of your reaches

lest shackles free you
Volt cons
abandon you
I feel not this time

Shock lest shackles you
face cons
abandon you
I feel not this time

[c. (PHRA-MEN-MA)]

Brick by brick, the night
Pricked by cuticle
the sleep on nursery slits
Into this I'm born
Heaven's just a away
I'd like to see you just one taste

Sink teeth into the flesh of midnight
forever more,
Let see it has begun
The others become

If you see the dice,
Charmed with its snaked choked
You'll wear the widows
they're just your size
Behind the secretion,
Leaves a dry heave that
A procreation,
Let the infant deformed
A bag replaced the breath of these sheets
And now the craving calls
I'll scratch my teeth

Come on and it now...

Sink your into the flesh of midnight,
forever more
Sink your teeth into the of midnight,
forever more

She for the whispers,
Sister deaf tears
That tore a river,
In her baron mirror
And his sons with their mandible tongues
Set crucified fires to homes...
Let it

And the owls they were
And the owls didn't
Then the owls a knocking,
Placenta in their
will feed on all the carnage,
Leftover from the
And in the of their eyes,
sister L' Via
L' Via

Now the pieces floating,
all at dusk
Conceived the stabbing,
was Vismund

five wives in the lake tonight...