crawlspace from house guts by Averimoone

You opened up the door to the Lord of hosts
You thought you saw something that was really gross
It was just a bloated corpse
You tried to do her makeup, make her really cute
At least then she'd have an excuse
To why she hid away
And wept into decay

Down with me
Down with me
Down with me
I'm gonna gonna gonna take it down with me

The fire underneath it burned really bright
It kept all the blinking bugs up all night
Worried they would lose their jobs
The fire in the crawlspace kept me half alive
It burned away the blisters, sang a prayer like knives
Strike a match to ease the pain
I only have myself to gain

• Experimental
• Pop
• indie
• industrial
• lo-fi
• Slidell