Beneath the night
I should have kept going
Beneath the night that dressed me
On a new suit of black
The rain that washed
The mulch that clogged my skin
I want to snake my fingers
Through the soil into mud
Grab your stem with my fist
And tear you free to whither
Let your rotting body breathe
Life a new brood of worms
To eat my carcass, so I can be
Reborn anew
But I returned
I should have kept going
To the mouth that rends my flesh
And swallows me up
To vomit back out
And put back together put back together
I want to snake my fingers
Through the soil into mud
Grab your stem with my fist
And tear you free to whither
Let your rotting body breathe
Life a new brood of worms
To eat my carcass, so I can be
Reborn anew
I cry to kill the corpse flower
I cry to kill the corpse flower
I cry to kill the corpse flower
I cry to kill the corpse flower
I cry to kill the corpse flower
I cry to kill the corpse flower
I cry to kill the corpse flower
I cry to kill
