Carrion Comfort - aeseaes

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 m