Lochness Spawn Of God

When was there wind to bring us forth
Stand and strip, break yourself right before

Ripe leecher searching clay
Raw scent is your craze
Sly shafer, suit your face
This sight your sawed

Rise from the gray
Lonze wasnt sure
Lonze was
Sodomize

Vision
Rip my time apart
You're too sorry for Bens Lie
Right down her thigh
Your toes are so cold
No more tangent guys
Molded solvent pie
Suns of lucifer ascends shanghai

You pause a fiction
Womb severed from bane

You're surfaced now
Icecold yet so warm
Never made sense of it all

It's cold, you know?
The Forest, closer
The Plow, sinks in further
The Plain, Fault
The glor, whale

Resurrection, thats what it would be
And do you know what resurrection means
It means raise the dead.

Closer