Catacomb

Dreamtime linen
Dragging tremor
Shadows eat all i remember
Silver gazerobotic
Engine pulse narcotic
Saw her from the cockpit
just before the missle hit
Black-winged angels calling down
they are coming to your town
Chiseled leatherface technician
Barometric Detonator
Slabs of fat piled in the kitchen
Mother is a trator
Baboo in the roses
Border in our sight
Eclipse never fades
Flame consumes the night
Cold grey stone to cheek
Touchwish pressure seek
Wounded beast in gutted crescent
An evil past
A hollow present
We will know where you have been
We can smell your starving sin