You sure know the rules   To turn all the heads to your menu:   For this is all you show...      For all this all you have to offer   As she grows old and pale   This color was never your own since you bought the security of control   With ten feet of soil on your chest to choke any whiff of animation      Bury all risks forever   Walk on the blood-red sands   Soaked with the grief of coveting docile hands   Crused by your own rocks   And this is what you draw upon:   Feast on the purity of decaying organic matter      No need to cutt off her wings:   Your words lay like stones in her stomach   She takes everything      She's the queen of the food-chain   The last one to starve   The first one to bleed into oblivion