Black Light Discipline - Flies Over The Wreck

Hold, keep it down. Swallow the colors. No sound mouth to mouth. Look into terror. Chaos reigns, robotic fury. Heresy in change. Implement dogma to duties. Blackened days of haze. Necromantic arcane frantic. Serenity in change. Reproduction, comprehension, derelict and drained. Hold, keep it down. Swallow the colors. No sound mouth to mouth. Look into terror. Hours left, to sleep is to get wet. Turn towards that nodding head. Exclusion, retribution, vitality now the thinnest tread. Misused freedom of creation. Drunk hell spitfire and death. Woe forever until together. Decimate the liars debt. Hold, keep it down. Swallow the colors. No sound mouth to mouth. Look into terror. The purging takes courage. All different stories reminded of abused intestinal pits. All mirrors are mocking. Stomach is twisting. The last drop should have been enough. No more I see flies over the wreck. Hold, keep it down. Swallow the colors. No sound mouth to mouth. Look into terror.