Pure Horses - Cephalic Carnage

Life filters through like shutters

Frame by floating frame

As Satan’s blood burns in the stomach

With corroded noses

Hovering above a porcelain god

Vomit projecting, cleansing inside

Purging the shit out

From the heart strong enough for a horse

Insufflated en masse

They’re pounding on the door

I’m puking straight through death

Pure horses in it?

Life filters through like shutters

Frame by floating frame

As Satan’s blood burns in the stomach