Paul Cunningham - FIFTH lyrics

In the morning, you realized you were alone with the lion-corpse. You looked on the lion-corpse as if it were a helpless embryo surrounded by bloody sheets. You licked its cheek and tried to make lion sounds to wake it. In a fit of anxiety, you cut open its chest with a piece of jagged gold ribbon. Inside the space where its heart should have been, you retrieved a fistful of red confetti. You held your fist outside the cage and hummed as you released a paper roar.