Spittle dangling, expelled from gaping maws
Urgent panting, stormforce winds feed the conflagration
Impa**ive aggressive self-trauma
Idly choked by brambles
Ensnared in the malice
The Panic fills your nostrils
Ensnared in the malice
The Panic fills your nostrils
I need my f**ing penance now
Towing my luggage around under my eyes
To their waiting withered mouths
Rapacious blank horrors that they are