Speak requiems through me
Through flower mouthed kings with vines for crowns
Through splintered forked tongues
Through bloodied soil, mutilation pure
Roses bloom in the mouth of every king
And the thorns will feed off every gut and vertebrae of the earth
Every gut of earth
The earth will feed off our skin and from our bodies will grow
Rip out the stems and the leaves and let come spring trees
I've always been the thief, so let the earth feed off me
Feed off me