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!