Stirring the Gut

Yellow carcass
Rotting from its body
Rotting

[...]

The compress is tight
One wine too thick
One wine too wet

So figure it doesn't move
Figure it as you will
Dose a body still
Cold configuring of my bone
Stirring the gut
Making to move

They supposed I was pleasureless
With each configuration
(Where I wound up)
I'll hold onto my last dark light
Forever and ever

Knotting and rotting

[...]

The necklace is tight
The neckline is tied to the teeth
Falling
Follow me to the world where we must live

So stay finе, lift me
So stay fine, lift me partly

I'll hold onto my last dark light forеver and ever