From split LP with Moloch moloch.bandcamp.com
Released by Feast of Tentacles and Halo of Flies
lyrics
Swoon like a net swaying in the air,
Slip-sliding down a hole.
Knots in our hair, brush me harder.
Things I think I forget: top bunk spying down,
You're a pomegranate, you're sweet,
You race over fresh water.
Can I blot you out like ink on paper?
Will I always follow you around?
I catch the fly in my palm,
Cold starts to burn, dropping it down.
Can't learn, can't learn, I can't learn;
Clothes line suicide.
I'm recovering from an Ileostomy, having had my colon removed because of a m'fing tumor. I've got this stoma on my belly that I now excrete through into a fucking bag. Not happy. But Thou have put a smile on my face with this. Life's a bitch then you die. Best thing to do is make sure you've got a good soundtrack- and this is an amazing one moggydon