CtT (ambiance)

https://uuskhy.bandcamp.com/album/drain-the-maker

RITUUAL

DRAIN THE MAKER

The way she was watching me

i have so much love for you i would throw myself over into the roaring sheets below just to be subservient just to taste your teeth to run is to hide and i want to hide inside of you only to be found by myself alone when running is no longer an option

When running is no longer an option

toxic ceiling cave in five pointed razor thin
hooked cuff strap fronted hung like necks cracked
flickering dancing locked eyes motionless
your tongue my breast

i love in the darkness and call on a sickness
from screaming to silence
be my sacrifice
i thought you were fearless don't try to fear this
father unite us
be my sacrifice

pounding ecstasy crimson flow rusting me
forest weep white swan i would die a thousand times

Rituual

a final stone and outline
with a look inside you'll find your eyes gone
my split ends endless reaching
impure affinity of an extant heart

my opening book of flesh tone
take a look inside you'll find your eyes gone
a burst of shining sun gaze
allure affinity in a reflecting star

forgetting never happened to me
there's life in a darkroom acid bath

built bars from painted lines
collecting her time
the way she was watching me sent blood rushing up
and miranda would sing
a study in spring
the way she was watching me sent butterflies

two dimensions alive
bloated with pride
nothing is uglier
(endearing in debasement) / (enduring in the basement)
take a look inside you'll find your life gone
but when you're comfortable a clean
a board and pin it seems
my following dream is you're a star

i'm stuck in the hair
i circle the drain
i'm backed up in dregs
i drown in the shame
shrapnel conception
perforate me i'm one

i'm taking control of your pain
i'm backing up drain the maker
i'm taking control of your pain
til it's over

i'm still sewer mouth
i slide and i grind
i'm all rotted in
carve the ripe out the rind
and i scratch
erasing my skin
larva be my phoenix
i'm feeling nothing again

i'm taking control of your pain
i'm backing up drain the maker
i'm taking control of your pain
til it's over

Drain the maker

No more + Imposter ('Walls, thin as ice' excerpts)

Hell on earth

7 billion human cilia
endlessly surrounding earth's amoeba
fighting to edge thru time as ouija
in a direction chosen by no one

i can't remember to the pastime
we grow to love the life in confine
your mouth is open fall inside mine
we grow to love the life in confine
awake and wide you wanna spit this
we grow to love the life in sickness
we grow to love the life in confine
we grow to love the life in confine

7 billion human cilia
no one is free, we are of the same being
but we claw and fight as though infinitely many
failing to realize the direction our friction chooses for us

i can't remember to the pastime
we grow to love the life in confine
your mouth is open fall inside mine
we grow to love the life in confine
awake and wide you wanna spit this
we grow to love the life in sickness
we grow to love the life in confine
we grow to love the life in confine

Direction chosen by no one

( originally posted as submission ) featured on the Mutant's Mixtape, Vol 2: https://mutants1000000.bandcamp.com/album/mutants-vol-2-riot

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