[Lyric] Feast on My Entrails (Loathfinder)

And who are you?
Who you will become when your sheets grew eyes on them?
When you realize its not your voice you hearing
But you can't realize since when

Who is really watching?
Who is really watching?
Faceless man in red coat was not

When you mock stupor but find it delightful?
When the phlegm understands them
And you hurting yourself in advance
When eyelids turn into bones
And seeing means carving

Every king can be found there
Every king can be found there

Rust, rust on their faces
I know I'm not here
Im anchored in disgust and lie
My cradle is rotten
Black fingers ream my ribs from inside
As I gaze into sky with learned apathy
And miss places I've never been
When venom is dripping from every wall
Only thing you can do is spit, spit and spit

Every king can be found there
Every king can be found there

Come forth, all the proud maggots

Lets feast on my entrails