Poetry Doesn’t Work on Whores Songtext
von Dormant Ordeal

Weight of the negligence
Doused with ill-intent
Stone-blind march to the heart of depravity
Vicious mind equals vile needs

Void between the hearts of the living
Cold dire space
Purity tied to pole, then set on fire
By garbage empty shell


Desecration of a bond
Trust deprived of essence
Turned towards the unsettling ways
To reject, disrespect
Bleeding heart, bleeding mind
To burn its eyes, burn their color
Wreck its spirit, kill them all
Won′t forget, we won't forgive
Hope that flames soon knock on your door
Poetry doesn′t work on whores

Circles on sand spiral out of the area
Increasing discomfort zone renders inferior
Dismay feeds on darkness resembling no home
Hope the things you need most end up burnt to the bone
Hope to god all your loved ones turn back on you when you're hurt

Desecration of a bond
Trust deprived of essence
Turned towards the unsettling ways
Hope that flames will soon knock on your door
Poetry doesn't work on whores