Letra de Void Mother
Beastmilk
Void Mother
Beastmilk
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Beastmilk
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My spiral eyes mirror yours when you peer inside the earth
A softly spoken grave that grows with a worm of thought
You're paralysed!
Void mother
And the elaborate worship of her
Abyss sister
Her name = a conscription to the rituals of deep faith
Milking a calf of gold
And yearning to be believed
Void mother!
Void mother!
My pious hands cover your mouth when you speak with words of doubt
A sanctimonious church that sucks you in and spits you out
You're paralysed!
Void mother
And the elaborate worship of her
Abyss sister
Her name = a conscription to the rituals of deep faith
Milking a calf of gold
And yearning to be believed
Void mother!
Void mother!
And yearning to be believed
A softly spoken grave that grows with a worm of thought
You're paralysed!
Void mother
And the elaborate worship of her
Abyss sister
Her name = a conscription to the rituals of deep faith
Milking a calf of gold
And yearning to be believed
Void mother!
Void mother!
My pious hands cover your mouth when you speak with words of doubt
A sanctimonious church that sucks you in and spits you out
You're paralysed!
Void mother
And the elaborate worship of her
Abyss sister
Her name = a conscription to the rituals of deep faith
Milking a calf of gold
And yearning to be believed
Void mother!
Void mother!
And yearning to be believed
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