Andy's Pizza from Room by 524

greenish colors, purples, blacks
climbing up the walls
he has seen the blood on the door
and had a deep fear of touching it

the broken funeral holidays
and the mountains made of corpses
the cancer steals the life from me
i don't think it feels too good

you're a weak soul
unheard by anyone

poor, deformed creature
dismembered gruesomely
tied up to a plane
and drained of its fluids

i'm not trying to offend you
i just want to say welcome
welcome to the autopsy
death to you, pleasure to me

you're a weak soul
unheard by anyone

black birds and gritty graves
engraved in them with all past names
as the sin burns into your skull
and the heaven is not yours at all

not at all
not at all

(romanian prayer)

god
he loves us
god
he loves us
god
he loves you

• Experimental
• folk
• indie rock
• lo-fi
• noise rock
• Bucharest