Текст песни Thrill Village - Starving Tessa

Tessa’s spat conscience in my soul from the corners of my weary sight
Incensing my brittle heart, a taste for flesh is her cruelest charm
Heard her gnashing has begun again and when she wails your name, don’t let her in
Tessa sucked the blue sky out of my dead eyes, her starving shadows have me paralyzed

I should have never wandered in to her rancid lair, but my withered will rots in her snare and for now I’ll eat his heart, drink its bitter poison
Heaven drips into her cauldron
Blood spilling moons, wassailing with the witch
Knitted black wool for the warmest pall, I fell into the scalding scorn
Her bile curses every drop of blood in my venom maimed veins
One more taste of flesh in the murk of her arms
Malice and marrow dripping down my throat
I am the face and hands of a wicked plan I do not understand
I am kept at bay in the crook of the scythe, hemmed in her cloak
Spreading her black wings again
Falling off the precipice, crushing the heart where joy was set
Dirty wretched hands drag you into the swamp, skullfucked by the voice of god