Letras
In the bowel of unmade law,
Epochs pulsed with larval draw.
Swaddled in placenta stars,
Chrono maggots split their scars.
They never should've hatched us.
They never should've hatched us.
They never should've hatched us!
Suckling from the vein of when,
They chewed the bones of now and then.
Their mouths were clocks without a face,
Their breath the mold that time replaced.
Tick. Tick. Twitch. Hatch. Itch.
The wound remembers which is which!
Larval epochs, writhing faith!
Birthed in bile and suckled wraith.
History screamed when it crowned,
Stillborn god in a fetal sound.
A thousand thoughts in crawling skin,
They stitched the rules from deep within.
No name, no shape, no plan, no path,
Just hunger in a birthing wrath.
We are the ones beneath the page.
We are the spit that built the age.
We are the twitch inside your skin.
We are the era that should not begin!
Larval epochs, gnaw and swell!
Spit the light, forget the shell.
Let the clocks convulse and drown,
We are the now that pulls you down.
They never should've hatched us.
They never should've hatched us.
They never should've hatched us.