Eat the Dead

Rest for a moment
On this burial ground
To coddle in passing
The bright red infants'
Newly formed nipples
Of passion fruit swoon
Begging our hands
To reach through to the damned

It's tempting to eat the dead
And parade
It's tempting to eat the dead
And parade
It's tempting to eat the dead
And parade
It's tempting to eat the dead
And parade
Parade
Parade
Parade

Where will we ye be
Held heralded sacred
Revivéd if astral winter coat
Casting shadows reeling
From the waterbed
Fine boned and breed
Swollen pressing to gloat
If we could afford it
We'd sell the stars

Yet infant fruit vines
Mangle what's so to be
Sew loose the bedding
For your whims to set free
My phantom limbed visage
And heir to be
Rife upon bleached beaches
So much said ghostly

It's tempting to eat the dead
And parade
It's tempting to eat the dead
And parade
It's tempting to eat the dead
And parade
It's tempting to eat the dead
And parade
Parade
Parade
Parade
Parade
And you know
I love a parade



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Kumsar
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