His sweat smells like sweet sludge,
And when he opens me, I break like tree bark.
"To pierce," He said, "What beauty."
To hurt the part of me that glowed.
As his hand follows my curves, I choke back the vomit.
When he ripped my skin,
Tidy he placed the maggots on the wound,
Only caring that I would heal properly.
I laid back in anguish, and licked myself clean.
Foot to brain.
This album is filthy as fuck! It's a reminder of the dirge that's my hometown of NOLA (I live in Seattle, now) and the grimey metal scene that comes from bowels of the city! RONIN KILGANNON feat. INTERLOPER