A Reprise (That Girl)

Spent all my time feeding on that girl

The way she sheds, uncovers herself

Malnutritioned? Or is she at peace?

Is she so happy in her own company

Functioning as she explores her primal nest

Her heart beats through her own catharsis

No time for prayers or for spiritual healing

Is it another way to feed the ego?

Don't get me wrong, another futile feeling

Spent all my time watching shape shifting

Reclaiming back a sense of remorse

Empty like a missing tooth

Weakened by nature's sedative

As I'm feeding on her stolen limbs

Fading mass and misconceptions

Stagnant bodies roaring in the night

A sudden cry, a sudden victory

Bring me some more pie to fill what's empty

Fruit as raw as the early morning

As I watched, creaking through the doorways

As I watched, creaking through the doorways

As I watched through the doorways

Death upon the mundane

Death upon the many

Inhaling the victory

But the air is still heavy

Death upon the mundane

Death upon the many

Inhaling the victory

But the air is still heavy

Death upon the mundane

Death upon the many!