Life filters through like shutters Frame by floating frame As Satan's blood burns in the stomach With corroded noses Hovering above a porcelain god Vomit projecting, cleansing inside Purging the shit out From the heart strong enough for a horse Insufflated en masse They're pounding on the door I'm puking straight through death Pure horses in it? Life filters through like shutters Frame by floating frame As Satan's blood burns in the stomach