Dread from WOUND GARDEN by RITUAL AESTHETIC

And the sand slips through my hands
Washed away

So strong it's eating me inside out, the will to quit
And the flies keep growing out of where I used to spit

Collective sickness for all the same shit
A licking mouth so vague

Lead us of the sick from paradise pneumonic rash
Bleed us of the weak who can't distinct which side is trash

Lead us of the sick from paradise pneumonic rash
Bleed us of the weak who can't distinct which side is trash

You smile like a child in the dirt
Through the fields the stillborn songs
Cut the light

Drip all the pieces upon your dead weight
Suffocate the eye
Mastication
Ascension sickness

A fever scarlett black

Lead us of the sick from paradise pneumonic rash
Bleed us of the weak who can't distinct which side is trash

Dread
Dread
Dread
Dread

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