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BENEATH YOUR BURNING BODY
If you find yourself looking for me
Search beneath the depths of depravity
I am the thing that crawls
The voice within your walls
I am the one that scribes tragedy
The devil beneath your burning body
Shallow graves mark my passing
Can you smell all the fucking hate
That I piss upon the road
Of crossbones I fucking paved?
Trapped in an illusion
You forged in nightmares
You can’t let go of the fear
I carved in your soul to bare
Tear the virgin stitch
Bleeding every inch
When dread becomes skin
My teeth are sinking in
If you find yourself looking for me
Search beneath the depths of depravity
I am the thing that crawls
The voice within your walls
I am the one that scribes tragedy
The devil beneath your burning body
I revel in the screaming
Can you taste all the fucking blood
That I pour upon your corpse?
Helpless before fucking God
Beguiled by devilment
I saved just for you
Rivers shall run red tonight
Across thy haunted pews
Tear the virgin stitch
Bleeding every inch
When dread becomes skin
My teeth are sinking in
If you find yourself looking for me
Search beneath the depths of depravity
I am the thing that crawls
The voice within your walls
I am the one that scribes tragedy
The devil beneath your burning body
Look to your scars
Endeavors of knives
Your eyes grow wet
In the coming night
Look to the stars
Are they shining bright?
Your eyes grow cold
In the dying light
Tear the virgin stitch
Bleeding every inch
When dread becomes skin
My teeth are sinking in
If you find yourself looking for me
Search beneath the depths of depravity
I am the thing that crawls
The voice within your walls
I am the one that scribes tragedy
The devil beneath your burning body
Search beneath the depths of depravity
I am the thing that crawls
The voice within your walls
I am the one that scribes tragedy
The devil beneath your burning body
Shallow graves mark my passing
Can you smell all the fucking hate
That I piss upon the road
Of crossbones I fucking paved?
Trapped in an illusion
You forged in nightmares
You can’t let go of the fear
I carved in your soul to bare
Tear the virgin stitch
Bleeding every inch
When dread becomes skin
My teeth are sinking in
If you find yourself looking for me
Search beneath the depths of depravity
I am the thing that crawls
The voice within your walls
I am the one that scribes tragedy
The devil beneath your burning body
I revel in the screaming
Can you taste all the fucking blood
That I pour upon your corpse?
Helpless before fucking God
Beguiled by devilment
I saved just for you
Rivers shall run red tonight
Across thy haunted pews
Tear the virgin stitch
Bleeding every inch
When dread becomes skin
My teeth are sinking in
If you find yourself looking for me
Search beneath the depths of depravity
I am the thing that crawls
The voice within your walls
I am the one that scribes tragedy
The devil beneath your burning body
Look to your scars
Endeavors of knives
Your eyes grow wet
In the coming night
Look to the stars
Are they shining bright?
Your eyes grow cold
In the dying light
Tear the virgin stitch
Bleeding every inch
When dread becomes skin
My teeth are sinking in
If you find yourself looking for me
Search beneath the depths of depravity
I am the thing that crawls
The voice within your walls
I am the one that scribes tragedy
The devil beneath your burning body
Published 25th Jul 2018
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(c) 2018 Frank Green
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14th Aug 2018 7:04pm
I am the thing that crawls
The voice within your wall,
Desdset gave me goose bumps,
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The voice within your wall,
Desdset gave me goose bumps,
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14th Aug 2018 7:39pm
