Dead_Meat

Maybe u hearing me wrong
One of us already dead
Out from the fire we fled
I had got tapped in the head
U just talking to my ghost
Fuck it I dont need the rest
U keen on bringing me home
Fuck it im already dead

I called this kindling my home
I called this haven my own
Now its just fiery red
Load bearing beams hit the bed
Where u were just going to sleep
Crackling popping and heat
Blacken the duvet and sheets
The joists in the ceiling’ll creak

And fall to the ground
10 to a piece

This shit dont happen to me when its no ones around its only in groups
What the inferno will eat is not up for question we never could choose
Its Soot in this air that I breath I pray for protection its all I could do
We know I dont make it through

Now when I come to you pale at the foot of the bed in the dead of the night
I hope u try and u fail to have turned on the light And scare at my sight
I keep a decorative shell for the heathen inside and I cracked its spine
Look at my cuts and my scrapes on my skin stretching my limbs covered in slime

Centipede out on the floor of ur house
Legs in the puke that come out of my mouth
Hair on the ligaments spread on the couch
My body can stretch to each end of the house

Crawling with parasites feeding me life
Cut me its green that come off on the knife
Could u believe just how lovely I look
Really u better off killing the lights

Maybe u hearing me wrong
One of us already dead
Out from the fire we fled
I had got tapped in the head
U just talking to my ghost
Fuck it I dont need the rest
U keen on bringing me home
Fuck it im already dead