Song | Terrifyer |
Artist | Pig Destroyer |
Album | Terrifyer |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
These strange thorned vines | |
spring from the ground | |
they wind around me | |
as they bind me down | |
She moves across the rosegarden | |
suspended in a dark cloud of flies | |
Her toes drag | |
the tops of the flowers | |
and leave them blackened | |
and shriveled | |
In her wake | |
Her hands dangle from thin strings of skin | |
her forearms they're like gun barrels smoking crimson |