Carrion Comfort

I feel the kick drum
Dull hum from your darksome
Devouring eyes

I'm craving an excuse
Dumb danger to let loose
The dogs to fight, I

Can and I cannot see
Not choose not to be

Carrion comfort me
Carrion comfort me

Was it me or me that fought him
Licking at his lion limbs
Wring the world black
Springs on my back
Teeth tearing at the skin

Bleeding a blundering mess
Beetles and worms in his chest
Sorry seeder
Bottom feeder
Nipping at what ankle’s left
All you wanted was a little taste
Won’t let a single sinew go to waste
You should stop, you know, you know you should
But nothing else could make me feel this good
Voices howling and it’s out of control
Until you’re nothing but an animal

Carrion comfort me
Carrion comfort mе