I'll always be there first to assess the situation
To gain the advantage
To push you further beneath me
Because you wanted this
Because you pulled the kicking legs from the insect
This ain't your mother
You're gonna find a god
Because you wanted this
Because you look to the sky
You f*cking knew better
This ain't your mother
You're gonna find a god
We'll drink the blood of birds and through all this change we'll wipe our chins and drink some more
We are race horses
Some of us are more happy about that than others
Some of us more eager to win that race
Cooking the meat kept us, not prayer
I called you and you answered me like a fool
The sky was gray and you were a small child without bones in your arms
Now you're a man who died propped up against a fence in the shadow of your favorite bible story
Still without bones in your arms
A mourning husband with a pistol in his hand
He will smile at you with the meat of a leg joint in his teeth
We had our day
Before our hands grayed and died, before the world dried up
We had our day
We walked along the road and picked up the bones that were our relatives
We had our day
I put my face to the dogs and let them pull the smile from me
After your eyes sink and grow further useless, not even vultures will pull the meat from your windowless house
You have never done anything
He is never coming back
Armies of the half dead with their arms to the sky
Burn my body when I'm bloody dead
I don't want to be found with any of you
I won't be found with any of you