These cries are from the dead
All these plates, but never fed
They stretch their arms to fill the spoons
But their arms are in their way
It’s a memory from the ground
The past life that they left
Dreams of demons cast down
As they breathed their last breath
These wooden spoons are far too long
Their night drags on with filthy lungs
This wouldn’t be a problem
If they didn’t feed where their arms came from
What is this place?
It reeks of bliss
The Holy One has taken leave of this
It is a crack inside the ground
They earned with their narcissistic crown
There are no exits, but they don’t want to leave
They’ve chosen this for eternity
It’s a memory from the ground
The past life that they left
Dreams of demons cast down
As they breathed their last breath
Bleak!
These decisions are bleak!
We have run away, from the meek
How salty and sweet is this blood!
The ones we were after
Before the flood
It’s a memory from above the ground
The past life that they chose and left
Dreams of demons cast out and down
As they breathed their final, helpless breath
These cries are from the dead
All these plates, but never fed
They stretch their arms to fill the spoons
But their arms are in their way
It’s a memory from the ground
The past life that they left
Dreams of demons cast down
As they breathed their last breath
These wooden spoons are far too long
Their night drags on with filthy lungs
This wouldn’t be a problem
If they didn’t feed where their arms came from
What is this place?
It reeks of bliss
The Holy One has taken leave of this
It is a crack inside the ground
They earned with their narcissistic crown
There are no exits, but they don’t want to leave
They’ve chosen this for eternity
It’s a memory from above the ground
The past life that they left
Dreams of demons cast down
As they breathed their last breath
Bleak!
These decisions are bleak!
We have run away, from the meek
How salty and sweet is this blood!
The ones we were after
Before the flood
It’s a memory from above the ground
The past life that they chose and left
Dreams of demons cast out and down
As they breathed their final, helpless breath
What is this place?
It reeks of bliss
The Holy One has taken leave of this
It is a crack inside the ground
They earned with their narcissistic crown
There are no exits
Bring on the the flood
You are not the disease
We have the blood
You are not deceased
