Death By The Thread (Гордыня) — Рогатые трупоеды

Tight rope walking dead man Pride lit with spotlight ramble Dance on the edge – suspense Life’s at the risk of applause

Feet grip the thread like clippers Steel cuts through bleeding blisters No thread to cling on – falling Fear-stricken eyes a-roaming’

A twisting coil of panic Hands clutch the air like manic Ribcage cracks through the organs Bones pop the lung-bags open

Heart pumps the blood stream outwards Red fountains pouring downwards Spectators watch in stunned awe A pride to cherish – adore

Self-adoration lust A mirror-loving twat Life soaked into dust Come see the bitter end

EMPHYSEMA! PNEUMOTHORAX! EMPHYSEMA! PNEUMOTHORAX!

Insulated ribcage breaking Parietal pleura torn apart Tissue sliced with razor splinters Choking drops of killing blood