In Dread Response - Coma lyrics
rate meDraggin' through the sinkin' glass
The weakened pulse, the labored beat
The driftin' skies that pass like tectonic sands
That shift beneath my feet
The rise and fall of thousands
That bleed between each breath
The meekest child with tremblin' heart
Wakin' in his death
Fill these ragged lungs with venomed air
Exhale, exorcise the greyin' dormant soul
The lips shall part and the bone will grate
Until this blood runs cold
The ink shall dry and flesh will scream
Until this blood runs cold
Direction speaks in volumes, as the vowels do light the void
The absence of shape, of point, of meanin'
Mere etchings now dissolved
Translated and transcribed from achin' palm
A record cast into the ether
This biography of me
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