Carrion Comfort

I feel the kick drum Dull hum from your darksome Devouring eyes I'm craving an excuse Dumb danger to let loose The dogs to fight, I Can and I cannot see Not choose not to be Carrion comfort me Carrion comfort me Was it me or me that fought him? Licking at his lion limbs Wring the world black Springs on my back Teeth tearing at the skin Bleeding a blundering mess Beetles and worms in his chest Sorry seeder Bottom feeder Nipping at what ankle's left All you wanted was a little taste Won't let a single sinew go to waste You should stop, you know, you know you should But nothing else could make me feel this good Voices howling and it's out of control Until you're nothing but an animal Carrion comfort me Carrion comfort mе