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The Amenta - Plague Of Locus Lyrics

A high barred window gives wan light
That bruises as it moves west
Cracked, crushed into dust
My back aches with torn wings

I've been the watery wrack
In a cracked old bowl
The skin that cracks
The teeth that chip
A trip of the guts

Sipping the limp sun’s lipids
I watch others, small as motes
Pressing their teeth to the bars
(Teeth to the bars)
Like flies at horses' eyes

I've been the watery wrack
In a cracked old bowl
A trip of the guts
As I slip the step
I've been the watery wrack
In a cracked old bowl
The skin that cracks
The teeth that chip
A leg, fringed and sеgmented
Lacquerеd and thin
Juts from me
And scratches sigils in the
Darkening dirt
A secret war in my heart
But the body is a betrayer
A brittle shell
That aches and cracks

Others
Flit above in the dusk
The whirr of their wings
Sings a storm that lifts winds
The whirr of their wings sings
A pale waxy light
Roils and shifts
In the rifts of the chitin

They don’t see me
From the cracks in my thorax
Rises a solemn, flensed angel

Pure, bloodless and bold
It slips from the wreck
Rising to the window's yawn
Cleaving the crowd
Unfelt, unnoticed
Breaching the bars
It reaches the sun