Pouch Lyrics

by Fuxache
Album: Into the Clutches of Slaughter 
Bare naked spread on the canvas.

Writhing twisting distress.

Cant get more wrong than with this mess.

Cringe overload can’t stand it.

Labionic. Bristle brush.

Fuck canvas. Rancid thrush.

Calcarifer cutis. Adorning limbs.

Oedipus complex, strong within.

Labionic. Bristle brush.

Fuck canvas. Rancid thrush.

Cut the cord set free from dependence.

Adult birds don’t belong in the nest.

Who’s mummy’s little work of art?