Song | Migration |
Artist | Circle of Dead Children |
Album | The Genocide Machine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Like the numb birds that failed to make their migration | |
Thin flesh, frozen yet dry, has sunken and painted itself to the filthy bones of its dead host | |
Dusted in snow kissed by fuel emissions and dog ejaculation | |
Soil fused to feathers | |
Soil fused to the body | |
Less than a statistic so are we |