Party of One

Grist for the mill Food for the worms We all end up in the same sized hole Churning, burning, a calorific gyre The start and end of eternal downward spiral Body is a burden for a tired soul Collecting cobwebs and dust Leave me to the spiders, leave me to the dirt Let them take me back and show me my worth I'll let this room become as big as my world Count the spider's legs to pass the time And pluck them off when I need to feel alive Do they feel pain? Can I feel it too What's left to feel when there's nothing left to do Bottles of piss, puddles of cum Clippings and kipple and bile and blood The things that prove I can still create, I am still real I'll let this room become as big as my world Where I'll give names to the shadows passing by And let these walls embrace me tight Draw the shades, and lock my door Learn to live without the light The bones have reversed themselves The spider is alive again It's four legs down but it will crawl Until you've managed to pluck them all The bones have reversed themselves The spider is alive again It's four legs down but it will crawl Until you've managed to pluck them all Pluck 'em all