Areola Borealis

So sayeth all, so sayeth one Do you feel small though you have won? So sayeth one, so sayeth all The face of the sun we'll make you crawl Wrists then throat, head and hands I ain't got time to waste For some holy war or sense of fate I'm burning out then fading out Then fading out Children of all sky and sand Hastened a fall, oh you children of man The shrill, white call, these craggy hands The fat ones float, float while they can No, my son No, my son we have not won You flipped my switch Cut rate, half priced suicide kits Full grown, wise assed man-boy feeding at the tit Feeding at the tits Still feeding at the tit Come one come one come all Cast your souls at this ravenous maw Empty pockets grind to a halt This hallowed, god given gift of law While they can the fat ones float Head and hands, wrists then throat Wrists then throat It's empty talk and it feeds the saw The eaters walk while the feeders crawl It's under your breath and it's sweeping the land Just stick to your brand and the back of my hand While they can the fat ones float Head and hands, wrists then throat I gotta know The weight and worth and width of a man so I'm digging a hole right where I stand I'm digging a hole We ain't gonna take it lying down We aint take it laying down We ain't take it standing up We aint take it laying down We ain't take it standing up We aint take it laying down We ain't take it standing up Why? It's gets in the mouth I'm feeding Drifting all the way down All the way down It get's in the mouth I breathe with Some simple sound that's reeling And simple all the way down And sImple all the down Using the same mouth I breathe with Kissing the sun where it rise Using the same mouth I breathe with Kissing your mother on the mouth