Revellers - Beverly Kills

We crave death and car crashes

It’s in our blood

Spill their guts, let it flow

Until there is…

Nothing left, to kill but ourselves

The arc of flesh collapses in on itself

There is nothing left, to kill but ourselves

The arc of flesh collapses in

The full circle, thrives on sorrow

So cathartic

But you can’t wait for the flourishing

Of panic and alarms

There is nothing left, to kill but ourselves

The arc of flesh collapses in on itself

There is nothing left, to kill but ourselves

The arc of flesh collapses in