Kopf Meines Vaters Lyrics

Gums are folded back. Slow revealing rot.
Smiling thin through mold admits the one obsessive
thought.
Emaciated bastard. Hopeless mother f*cker.
The man is gone and what remains
still haunts his bones and floods his veins.
Mind is under duress, chased by southern worms.
The insects in the ceiling have been gathering in swarms. Innumerable shapes. Delusions exhumed.
The walls are leaning inward, the consumer is consumed.
It took the head of my father, my sister, my mother.
Rejected interventions only bring us together.
Consume your failing liver, lose your sense of self.
The dimming thoughts of something real degrade the chance
to heal.

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