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!