Full Of Hell - Downward Lyrics

Like a blind tern,
Its flight is caged its wings are weighted and drawn.
Like highs with low ends,
peaking resplendence before a downward spiral.
Like an old oak,
it swells and dries with the turn of the seasons.
Like a sneaking boar,
digs through the layers of loam and of dirt and time.
For the jewel of a jewel of a jewel.
So does the weeping mother probe her clutch.
Like an old worn oak beam swells and dries,
in the wetness and the turn of the seasons.
So does flesh.
Your corpse laid out like a fouled white sponge,
clumps of muscle and skin freed from the shame of being you.
It's not enough to succeed when others must fail,
a dry heaving circus of inhumanity.
Like the sneaking boar with a haunched packed with lead
digs through layers of loam and dirt for the jewel of a jewel,
So does the does the weeping mother probe her clutch,
For the jewel of a jewel of a jewel.
So does the does the weeping mother probe her clutch.
Miracle boon of the muddy banks.

Like a blind tern,
Its flight is caged its wings are weighted and drawn.
Like highs with low ends,
peaking resplendence before a downward spiral.
Like an old oak,
it swells and dries with the turn of the seasons.
Like a sneaking boar,
digs through the layers of loam and of dirt and time.
For the jewel of a jewel of a jewel.
So does the weeping mother probe her clutch.
Like an old worn oak beam swells and dries,
in the wetness and the turn of the seasons.
So does flesh.
Your corpse laid out like a fouled white sponge,
clumps of muscle and skin freed from the shame of being you.
It's not enough to succeed when others must fail,
a dry heaving circus of inhumanity.
Like the sneaking boar with a haunched packed with lead
digs through layers of loam and dirt for the jewel of a jewel,
So does the does the weeping mother probe her clutch,
For the jewel of a jewel of a jewel.
So does the does the weeping mother probe her clutch.
Miracle boon of the muddy banks.