Vitriol - Hive Lungs - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Vitriol - Hive Lungs lyrics

Artist: Vitriol

album: To Bathe From The Throat Of Cowardice

Ribs plucked from a cage
Like fingers from jointless seams,
And a stripped palm blossoms.
White marrowed iron,
A field pronged belly with stakes of bone,
Find a frozen wind and pregnant breath there,
In hive lungs.
Nests, swollen of shattered wasps,
They're fencing back broken glass,
I can hear their fire-
It is perfect.
May I open your gates?
So that I might fashion rungs from your breast
And climb fractured steps
To the beating life in your chest,
To tear it from those hands of a broken mother,
And spit in her face as she seeks comfort,
For I have taken her son.
These wounds,
Mended by our death...
It is something I pray for.

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