Scour – Red Lyrics
SCOUR
Red Lyrics
No Charnel Ditch of Remains.. Left Hand-Folded, Undisturbed, Wrangled..
Transformed From Object To Subject…
Crowning, Blinding Mists Of Red…
Incisions Discern Tumulus Throats Bore…
Paws Like Human Hands Wielding Nucleates of Red…
Phenomenal Attained Non-Restraint Of Shape-Shifting..
Upheaved Infatuation Thrives On Opposition…
Transformed From Object To Subject…
Crowning, Blinding Mists-Of Red…
Eat Of The Priestess Meat..
(In The) Shape Of A Rat…
Handprints Will Stain Red…
Scour – Red Lyrics