Body Meat

I turn to you And I turn to you I turn to you for if I'm caught If I'm caught If I'm caught I know that I've lost I know I'd be caught dead I surrender my arms And abandon all the men that I've led Those apostates' wagered souls I left to stalk the abyss I grow drunk off your wine Until it crawls from my lips And if my eyes betray my soul Then by your hands sew them shut Oh, sew them shut Bind my heart, split my throat Pluck the tongue from my mouth And send word far and wide Of the collapse of a king What am I worth if not Glorified and adorned in flames If I'm not to be worshiped If I'm not to be held I wish to be draped in gold and smelt With no bonds on my soul Nor land to my name You want to know? You want to know? You want to know where I've been? I've been driven out To deserts untraversed Mirror to a rotted out moonscape Dragged along this lunar curse To what end? To what end? To what end? I've been thrown to the furnace On God's corpse of the earth While the heavens Stemmed with poison Pollutes the mantle of the hearths How many arms, hands, and legs Have to break Before they reach you? Sewn or detached I submit my final Suicide tract Let it rot Let it rot If these hands are bound and sutured Cut them off Cut them off If these feet no longer guide me Tear them off Tear them off If this chest no longer heaves for you Let me rot Let me rot If this head no longer aims to you Cut it off Cut it off Cut if off Reveal yourself to the people In all your glory adorned in vain As a head upon the steeple Impaled before the ordained Show us a kingdom of treasures Deliver us pleasures from pain With ten arms conducting the qanuns Flay the flesh from this frame I've been thrown to the furnace On God's corpse of the earth While the heavens Stemmed with poison Pollutes the mantle of the hearths How many arms, heads, and legs Have to break Before they reach you? Sewn or detached I submit my final Suicide tract