Bitter Seed

In fear you run As silence shuts its doors It came undone Now the poison gently pours And you will hear no laughter Until that serpents feeds And what you'll sow hereafter Shall be only bitter seed Sweet lusts of pain The venom in thin disguise Against the grain Now the silence won't ease the cries Dark are the pleasures spit forth from fire Breathing down your neck like razors of desire --- Bitter Seed - Cemetary