Digestif (Discourse)

Cry to your mother when the deed is done
When the water's on fire blotting out the sun
When the fruit doesn't fall 'cause the trees are all dead
When you shit the bed
When you shit the bed

And pretend you don't love the aroma
Of sizzling innocent flesh
And then cry over dinner conversations
Of traumatic savagery
And their culture, a foundation
Agonizing howl cacophony
Of tortured seasoned rape
But it tastes so good
Oh, it tastes so good

Cry to your mother when the deed is done
When the water's on fire blotting out the sun
When the fruit doesn't fall 'cause the trees are all dead
When you shit the bed
When you shit the bed

"Hey! What's with the preaching?
Tryin' to have a good time!"



Credits
Writer(s): Mauricio Arrue
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