Death At Work (All Null)
๐ต 485 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:49 duration
๐ ID: 8967585
๐ Lyrics
Scourge to the skin rips from the body and lays it bare.
A surface coheres - the murky reflection of an alien stare.
Trembling with sickness - a heaving mass under absent weight.
Your withering form does not have the stomach to hate how I hate.
No fragile posture to save you now.
Echoing, your cries ring out.
Your fear reflects off of everything.
An empty whimper spills from your mouth.
Nothing left to see - no new tale to tell -
with each layer of silence it constructs your hell.
A surface coheres - the murky reflection of an alien stare.
Trembling with sickness - a heaving mass under absent weight.
Your withering form does not have the stomach to hate how I hate.
No fragile posture to save you now.
Echoing, your cries ring out.
Your fear reflects off of everything.
An empty whimper spills from your mouth.
Nothing left to see - no new tale to tell -
with each layer of silence it constructs your hell.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:42.43] Scourge to the skin rips from the body and lays it bare.
[00:48.61] A surface coheres - the murky reflection of an alien stare.
[01:01.34] Trembling with sickness - a heaving mass under absent weight.
[01:07.35] Your withering form does not have the stomach to hate how I hate.
[01:32.50] No fragile posture to save you now.
[01:35.83] Echoing, your cries ring out.
[01:39.52] Your fear reflects off of everything.
[01:42.95] An empty whimper spills from your mouth.
[02:20.12] Nothing left to see - no new tale to tell -
[02:26.67] With each layer of silence it constructs your hell.
[02:34.11]
[00:48.61] A surface coheres - the murky reflection of an alien stare.
[01:01.34] Trembling with sickness - a heaving mass under absent weight.
[01:07.35] Your withering form does not have the stomach to hate how I hate.
[01:32.50] No fragile posture to save you now.
[01:35.83] Echoing, your cries ring out.
[01:39.52] Your fear reflects off of everything.
[01:42.95] An empty whimper spills from your mouth.
[02:20.12] Nothing left to see - no new tale to tell -
[02:26.67] With each layer of silence it constructs your hell.
[02:34.11]