Limbs to Fold Songtext
von Remote Viewing

We′ve been processed, we're growing old
Not long now, for limbs to fold

We′ve been in protest, we're growing old
Not long now, four limbs to fold

Cold, and dead, indeed
Warming the second cousin's sister′s
Dank waterlogged bed

Spitting piss on your friends
Drinking blood on the weekend


Shallow
Always shallow
Always weak
Always weak
And then shallow

Drinking blood
Drinking eyes on their merit, amniotic fluid
Drinking the hearts, flesh in ice
Drinking anything

We′ve been processed, we're growing old
Not long now, for limbs to fold