Seasoned teeth of lingerers
Searing into bone, blissless
In dirt, I feel havoc enthralling my roots
Hear me beg the Buzzard Czar let me succumb
All I do is stare up at the night,
At a barbed bonnet mangled in moss...
She is my doom, suspended in the trees
She is my doom, seducing the corpse in me
Behold my body, tender, cleansed of vital flavor
Exhaling in locusts to whisper mortem tantrum
Mistress of pale sin, why won't you descend me
Would it kill you so much more to abuse me
From the hanging moon, she inches down the bark
Reaching her nails in me, takes a stab at my heart
Endorphins of vermin flooding rotted veins
Ends of means, permit release greater than death
Buzzard Czar, reign in the Giving Flesh
Surrender still
May the maggots ever move me
Reeling of ecstasy in autumn decay
Never is the new now