Rosea Mare from NULL/VOID by The Color Nothing / Depreciator

Nose bleeds in the kitchen sink,
I’m out here lost in the unison of white.
This is. This is. This is.
This is a beautiful moment
For me. For me. For me.
Spit the clot.
Here I am spread open for you.
Make. Make me sick. Make me useless.
Just parasites awaiting stimulus.
It doesn't exist, but sure enough, it always happens.
Shackled to your throat,
Blinding and timeless,
I'm just a carcass,
Until we collide again.
It's one hundred years per hour here,
Bitten by a ghost drenched in whatever's black.
Loosen up your Bible belt; we're taking this one underground.
I still love the way your violence tasted.

• Metal
• deathcore
• downtempo
• experimental
• Berkeley Township