Every word she said
Lured me into surrounding
My fingers around her throat
Now I roll along
With her severed head
Her design is fit only
For a creature as foul as
Every word she said
Was like feeding
Paint chips to an infant
Her coil was comforting
With black blood and a frozen touch
Hopefully the hordes of worms
Will take the rest of her away
As I roll along
With her severed head
Lured me into surrounding
My fingers around her throat
Now I roll along
With her severed head
Her design is fit only
For a creature as foul as
Every word she said
Was like feeding
Paint chips to an infant
Her coil was comforting
With black blood and a frozen touch
Hopefully the hordes of worms
Will take the rest of her away
As I roll along
With her severed head
Lyrics submitted by x_melancholy_x
"Termites Hollow" as written by Charles Moniz Brad Casarin
Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
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"There is, however, one totally fucked up thing about his album: the band have turned into doom fanatics. EVERY single song deals with at least one totaly bleak subject and most of the songs talk about murder or death. Even the artwork is the same. It would fit in just as well on a Dimmu Borgir CD as a Grade album! Just a few samples of lyrics here "now i roll along with her severred head" (Termintes Hollow) / "these screaming voices of bloodless corpses" (In the Wake of Poseidon) / "to smash her head through the windscreen" (Little Satisfactions)"
Do they have to sing about violence towards women on this song?
Why can't they just sing about ummm, errrr, sex?