Letras
Unfortunately, the conditions of this world have recently breached our own. Predictions of mass famine have begun to pour in from western europe as well as the costal regions of the americas, as a strange rot has taken to virtually 45% of farmland in these areas. However, this isn't a plague of rot, but a strange parasitic phenomenon known as "chel'ul" .
Touch the spine of the flowers of the garden
Know in time with their growth they’ll be starving
And when that time has come
Hide away from here
We’ll torch the fertile ground from which they came
Baby could u suture up my ruptured mind
Whatever they’re feeding me im throwing it up at night
Something is eating me laid deep on my guts inside
Climbing its way out my mouth its the parasite
Caught in my ring on the tree line its a pair of eyes
Just fucking believe in me ive seen it inside the light
Its spread its seed all over the plants in front of my driveway
As they grow they groan and grip the wildlife
The plaguelands are born out of hollowed out sockets
On animal corpses laid out thru these marshes
In backwater states
The stench permeates thru the doors
Of ur cabin there’s no sense to lock it
I said boom bitch
Fauna gnawed the door hinge
I bore in
Vines had broke the floor in
And sprout inside his organs
My favourite part
I fall to weakened knees and see my crop decayed
These warted creatures birth from me and dig the grave
Feel my chest there’s fluid there thats killing me
Traced around my body blackened spores begin to filter feed
Im returned cradled the vengeful roots of Mother Earth
Spirits churn somewhere in these trees forever biting birch
Baby could u suture up my ruptured mind
Whatever they’re feeding me im throwing it up at night
Something is eating me laid deep on my guts inside
Climbing its way out my mouth its the parasite
Caught in my ring on the tree line its a pair of eyes
Just fucking believe in me ive seen it inside the light
Its spread its seed all over the plants in front of my driveway
As they grow they groan and grip the wildlife