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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

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