Mountains of Flesh suffocating underneath its own weight
No inch of space is left unoccupied the only thing left to fill your lungs
Is that of a shared breathe
Replicating itself despite a lack of sustenance
Stuck at maximum capacity the earth has no choice but to give way
New skin new bones new limbs
A painful grimace across all faces
As the taste of human gore is inducted onto the palate
And as the begin lips fuse
We move into the next phase of the ouroboros
A set stage and dead center
Are the remnants of the crucified
Headless
For centuries I've laid dormant in this hopeless withered body
Feasting on misery
A thirst quenched off the tears of suffering
With 50 lashes
Each painted across the chest
Another ring I have ascended in this inferno
The earth splits open
A heaving bitch gives birth to ultimate malice
An usher for the newly damned
My decrepit hand will always find iron grip on your throat
Phasma - Birthing Process Lyrics
Phasma - Birthing Process Lyrics
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Mountains of Flesh suffocating underneath its own weight
No inch of space is left unoccupied the only thing left to fill your lungs
Is that of a shared breathe
Replicating itself despite a lack of sustenance
Stuck at maximum capacity the earth has no choice but to give way
New skin new bones new limbs
A painful grimace across all faces
As the taste of human gore is inducted onto the palate
And as the begin lips fuse
We move into the next phase of the ouroboros
A set stage and dead center
Are the remnants of the crucified
Headless
For centuries I've laid dormant in this hopeless withered body
Feasting on misery
A thirst quenched off the tears of suffering
With 50 lashes
Each painted across the chest
Another ring I have ascended in this inferno
The earth splits open
A heaving bitch gives birth to ultimate malice
An usher for the newly damned
My decrepit hand will always find iron grip on your throat
No inch of space is left unoccupied the only thing left to fill your lungs
Is that of a shared breathe
Replicating itself despite a lack of sustenance
Stuck at maximum capacity the earth has no choice but to give way
New skin new bones new limbs
A painful grimace across all faces
As the taste of human gore is inducted onto the palate
And as the begin lips fuse
We move into the next phase of the ouroboros
A set stage and dead center
Are the remnants of the crucified
Headless
For centuries I've laid dormant in this hopeless withered body
Feasting on misery
A thirst quenched off the tears of suffering
With 50 lashes
Each painted across the chest
Another ring I have ascended in this inferno
The earth splits open
A heaving bitch gives birth to ultimate malice
An usher for the newly damned
My decrepit hand will always find iron grip on your throat
Writer: Luis Ferre
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid