I Will Let Myself Be Eaten
A carnival of souls festers down your holes, sitting in a bowl your molten eyes behold: The toll! The toll! They’ve come to take the toll!
But don’t you worry, beauty child, don’t you worry not at all! The part of you that once was taken as worms or salt will be reawakened. Land forsaken, kept in store: famine, hunger, crops of war. If you ever find your corpse explored, you won’t be needing it anymore!
So leave and let yourself be eaten, don’t you be so fucking beaten! Sweet as honey is your gut, a birthday cake will be your heart. We’ll make some instruments out of you and then we’ll dance more than a few!
It is a time for celebration! Homecoming and reincarnation! Give your carne to your siblings and then you’ll see how much joy this brings. Who knew that rot could be so tasty when you mixed it with your blood!
From mud we stem and try forgetting, always worried about the getting: getting that, getting this, never stopping for a kiss! Now, don’t you worry, beauty child, I’ll take your lips and make them mine. Someone else grabs your nariz and as we slowly take your bits we will welcome you as one of us.
