Rotted Through

Lyrics

Tor.ist

I have finally found it;
buried deep, as though entombed.
Who knew circuits paid the ferryman
for a ride down, where the devils roam.
A gruesome labyrinth without a map.
Fucked. No compass, light, or rope.
Just the writhing skin, for now, still on your back
while stalked by fiends and cutthroats.

You live above.
I thrive down below.
Once entrance is gained
the fucking exit goes.

Doorways to nothing.
Innumerable pointless code.
Although I have a guide down here,
where I’m led, how the fuck should I know.

Portals and gateways. Traps are set.
Bottom feeders prowling. I feel alive again.
Pitfall here. Snakes coiled to strike;
but tons of shit to get my dick hard.
I find it work the risk, even under a knife.

Such a succulent selection of horrors.
Boundless fetishes as sinners collect.
Bursting at the seams so much to relish in,
I swear I won’t come back up.

I have finally found it.
Buried deep, as though entombed.
Who knew circuits paid the ferryman
for a ride down, where the devils roam.

Doorways to nothing.
Innumerable pointless code.
Although I have a guide down here,
where I’m led, how the fuck should I know.

Portals and gateways. Traps are set.
Bottom feeders prowling. I feel alive again.
Pitfall here. Snakes coiled to strike;
but tons of shit to get my dick hard.
I find it work the risk, even under a knife.

You live above.
I thrive down below.
Once entrance is gained
the fucking exit goes.
You live above.
I thrive down below.
Once entrance is gained
the fucking exit goes.