Funkschwäe Lyrics

Grab hold of a host, pin them up to keep them still

Oh here comes the feed, the only ones you know that will satisfy your need

Stay hidden far away from all the others

Pushing the light out from these sharpened corners

Remade into something else, something new

Into the quiet now, into the quiet

And down it goes

Oh so slowly

The pressure grows

Oh so slowly

Spit it out, deeper down now, last one out and no one left

Cough it up to erupt your insides, diced and darkened red

Flowing through and running out, eyes sewn shut tight

Pick your spot, with any luck you'll be one who dies

And down it goes

Oh so slowly

The pressure grows

Oh so slowly

Always talking to myself

As if there's more than me

Laying my head down

Just passed the fallen trees

Claiming my place in

This bittersweet"never-end"

Now I can close my eyes

Down by the riverbed

Watcher

Oh listener

Will you listen

To the hunter

Take it from me

The black tongue in your dreams

Spilling slowly

Oh so slowly

And down it goes

Oh so slowly

The pressure grows

Oh so slowly