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Feast on my Entrails

from The Great Tired Ones by LOATHFINDER

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And who are you?
Who you will become when your sheets grew eyes on them?
When you realize its not your voice you hearing
But you cant realize since when

Who is really watching?
Who is really watching?
Faceless Man in red coat was not

When you mock stupor but find it delightful?
When the phlegm understands them
And you hurting yourself in advance
When eyelids turn into bones
and seeing means carving

Every king can be found there
Every king can be found there

Rust, rust on their faces
I know i'm not here
Im anchored in disgust and lie

My cradle is rotten
Black fingers ream my ribs from inside
As i gaze into sky with learned apathy
And miss places i've never been
When venom is dripping from every wall
Only thing you can do is spit, spit and spit.

Every king can be found there.
Every king can be found there.

Come forth! All the proud maggots!
Lets feast on my entrails

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from The Great Tired Ones, released April 28, 2017

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