Cabinet

Thought like ink Love runs out So i kept it up on a shelf And i will polish it finger it But never let it breathe by itself Whatever happens next When nothing's left I'd just rather not see You've been slicing like a knife Like eve with her bite But

Septic spirit establish birth Gruesom and enormous pain it will inflict Convulsion the breeding of a Demon reached its final stage of tormentation Rubbing my swollen throat I feel a movement inside my chest Dirty voices vocalize through my mouth I am

The birth of the child was observed to provide a spirit unknown with a body The mind it was damaged to shreds ripped apart but the flesh of the spawned one was captured From beyond, terminal, evil is born, plucked from god, without stop -the rites of