Merrimack Obstetrics of Devourment lyrics

Light devours itself in streams of confusion and dazzling acausal fire. A never ending fall from the heights of withering, where flesh mocks murder for a taste of knowledge. Brain vehicles like razor shaped cells align to unleash time. My corpse is born, shall we call it a body? A soul metastasis grows as a non-euclidian tumour, a bag of faeces and guts purposely stuck to the flanks of eternity. I crawl, blinded by memories and sealed abstractions, to the end of gravity, where lies the embolic birth (piercing the space between myself and the vessel of panic, and pituitas of dead blood). Sealing the fire of Gnosis in semen' starving lairs, spores of the uncanny. I crawl, abstract ghoul, leading matter to its fate, a depth where reflection of sorrow spread eternally. (Consuming tongues for consuming languages, a still fountain of holes and tubes). Weeping wombs plagued by the flux of placenta and dead nerves. Stop the spread of the human plague, for birth reveals nothing but pandemic illness and the human masquerade bellies stuffed with manure shaped as prenatal worms, unholy thrones to be poisoned with pentothal, for their crown to naught more than crawling snakes. Light devours itself in streams of confusion and dazzling acausal fire. A never ending fall from the heights of withering, where flesh mocks murder for a taste of knowledge.