Meat is murder
Atavism as life, the hills have gone silent
Scorched by the earth and the bite of the wind
Gnawing hunger from within, I aspire
to the hills and needful horror.
The resources scarce, I acquire
the want and need to feel the heat
pantomime, forgotten
I have become a liar
Is it different that it is done away from my eyes.
Mechanized rationalized...life as hamburger.
Far better to be as the first, skulking hungry
Spear at ready, nerves like raw wire
The blood pouring out in an understanding
Fire within Fire without, a yoga of necessity
no more rational, the skin peeled back
and love as death despite freudian ire.
the id has become a fact.
Scorched by the earth and the bite of the wind
Gnawing hunger from within, I aspire
to the hills and needful horror.
The resources scarce, I acquire
the want and need to feel the heat
pantomime, forgotten
I have become a liar
Is it different that it is done away from my eyes.
Mechanized rationalized...life as hamburger.
Far better to be as the first, skulking hungry
Spear at ready, nerves like raw wire
The blood pouring out in an understanding
Fire within Fire without, a yoga of necessity
no more rational, the skin peeled back
and love as death despite freudian ire.
the id has become a fact.