Disborn

Feed Dead Seas

Disborn


In obscure depths of elemental mass - biologically forged 
Condemned by its natural ways - outcast of form 

Above the boiling surface, but underneath its curse 
All claws are pointing at the next step below 
Above the roaring creature but underneath its skin 
All claws are pointing at you 

Where the rocks cut through water 
The well-known collision to wich all myths lead 

Stare into the blur, impossible to grasp the silence 
With knives in the flesh and ice in the brains we march towards the bitter solution 

Where the rocks cut through water 
The well-known collision to wich all myths lead 
Never stop feeding the seas - never stop to fear 
Never stop feeding the fear - never stop to see 

Without exceptions we are all feeding 
The twisted mouths when the eyes fall down 
Without exceptions we are all feeding 
The liquid mouths when the eyes fall down 

Open mouth 
Close-shut eyes 
Reeking smell 
Crooked mind 
Silent cry 
Blasting laugh 
Fighting arms 
Escaping jaws 
Panting lungs 
Beaten prey