The Vessel Lyrics

Embrace them in my veins.

Complaisant, I am numb,

Cultivation of my self-neglect.

The stench of awful and decay I inhale

Into my lungs,

Den of iniquity,

Repulsive sanctuary,

A life of self-inflicted solitude.

This is my home

And my tomb.

A willing tribute for guests in their cutaneous feast,

And I can almost hear them singing,

New life,

How could I ever deny

Such a gift as this has been offered?

Let them feast,

Let them gather,

Let the ulcers swell and fester,

Ripened until they almost rupture,

Pus-filled absolute delight,

I watch them nourishing upon the blight,

No care for

The vessel,

Let filth flow within my veins,

Destruct

The construct

And die without a name.

This is not

Hell nor bliss,

No need to ask for help,

Forfeit this useless life

Of nothing more than your own fucking hell.

My sight grows dim,

Ocular cavities, just swelling sores.

I should be concerned, but I find it so enjoyable,

Convulsing in excitement's throes.

My failing organs twist and start deploying.

A pestilent tide,

Swim in the feces and flesh,

Discharged and running through my feet.

No care for

The vessel,

Let filth flow within my veins,

Destruct

This structure

And die without a name.

This is not

Hell nor bliss,

No need to ask for help,

Forfeit this useless life

Of nothing more than your own fucking hell.

Grotesque

And odious

They care not for us,

Forgotten, left to rot for months,

It's swelling in my guts.

Through all this, I live,

Through torment and sin,

Watching the maggots dance upon my skin.

Putrefaction smiling grim,

A face of festering depositories,

Construct is caving in.

These wounds do not bleed,

They fester and weep,

Pulsing for release from the crimson sheet.

Oh, I'm twitching with delight.

The fragile confines of my hollow shell now cracking,

Defiling the design

Within my guts,

I have cultivated,

Gnawing at the walls until they break them,

Hollowed, exsanguinated.

I hear the choir chanting high.

A willing tribute for guests in their cutaneous feast,

And I can almost hear them singing,

New life,

How could I ever deny

Such a gift as this has been offered?

Let them feast,

Let them gather,

Let the ulcers swell and fester,

Ripened until they almost rupture,

Pus-filled absolute delight,

I watch them nourishing upon the blight,

No care for

The vessel,

Let filth flow within my veins,

Destruct

This structure

And die without a name.

This is not

Hell nor bliss,

No need to ask for help,

Forfeit this useless life

Of nothing more than your own fucking hell.

Deafening, choking masses,

Flowers yet to bloom,

The gases seeping from my writhing husk,

Creating such a sweet perfume I waft.

It won't be long until the hive combusts,

They push out from the womb.

Stepping into my confines,

Shocked faces stricken with sickness,

From what they saw inside,

Nobody knew me, nobody cared.

This cost of maternity's kiss,

I am ready to bear.

No care for who I've been,

I'm now becoming whole,

The shifting of my skin.

This flesh puppet they now control.

My sacrifice to the unborn,

Just clutching my distended gut.

Gaunt-less gray lips now part, ejecting foul internal thrusts.

Grotesque

And odious

They care not for us,

Forgotten, left to rot for months,

It's flowing in my guts.

Oh, sweet scent of decay,

My smiling rictus visage growing bigger by the day.

Jaw slack in gap,

Twisted in its shape,

The lord of the swarm,

Within me is born.

Sweet scent of decay,

My smiling rictus visage growing bigger by the day.

Lord of the swarm,

Within me is born.

The flies now have found their home,

My home, my tomb.