the mouths they turn to feed on me
and what price, tender yesterdays…
the muscle rots, the finger bleeds
i choke my anger anyways.
puppets scorned, and masters weep
at what cost, all those everydays?
cirkus flesh and falling steep
i’ll make my choices go away
one half never dared me to die
one half is bittersweet
top half always tells me to lie
bottom half just wants the Meat
i’m indebted forever, to the fire
that burns forever in my soul
it cautions me to bury you
but not too deep, for never’s not too deep…
i turn back to lick your screams
they’re never very far away
nothing’s ever what it seems
(now) i lay me down to prey.
your mouth it turns to feed off me
my fuel will burn us like a hell
and muscles rot, nerves atrophy
like dancing plasma in our cells
one devil won’t taste my kiss
one lit me all away
& devils need to chance their bliss
that’s why i’m standing here today
cannibals and monsters, we
that’s just the half of it
i built you to make me bleed
that’s just the half of it
8 february 2000
c. 4am