[Lyric] TOOTH (Farewell, my concubine)

Bodies, I heard
Get caught in some between point lowered
To trap them from above or toward
Preserving them in berging on divinity

Souls, they task them
Get eaten by the moon or past them
In a rotten mood you asked them
Questions floating by into infinity

Brain crushed into gold
Your intestines limp and cold

I was dreaming
Woke up when i heard the screaming
I knew they'd come for you I'd be them
The moon and me and mud in hollow trinity