Contortion from Teething by Oaf

A wicked mass of flailing limbs
comes crawling out the woodwork
It was on the roof
pounding its fists
cracking monotony through the ceiling
it knows who's still alive
and who has already gone
an unholy sight
a terrible contortionist
there's no where left to go
no where left to exist
from the wicked contortionist

running out of time
to make it out
running out of air
to breathe you in

peeling back its face
peeling back its skin
the mistake i made staring me in the face
terrified and terrifying

breathing down my neck
its tracking me down
so please be quiet and don't make a sound
cause I don't want to be found
this is my forever now

• Punk
• diy
• emocore
• hardcore
• noise
• Hobart