Yake-Niku

I was dead before they ever wove this net And still I push in spite its tension Digging deeper into my skin Maybe, by some chance of fate, manufactured defect This noose will break But still we push, with no syncopation Stepping on each other, bum rush to the slaughter Muscles burning, acid searing, pedal to the floor, til the cylinders burst Waves crash on rocky shores Swirling and swelling and rolling right over me Undulating, ovulating Cruel mother spits me out into an unloving world My lungs fill with water Face blue as I scream Pressure pulls me under Struggle cooks my flesh as I sink We have fought, fought for flight The Flesh is corrupt, the end is in sight Embrace me, ensnare me, and save me from this fate Skin me and gut me Skin me, gut me, skin me, gut me Skin me and gut me, and make me whole again We have fought for flight And now we must rest assured That our hollow carapace Is the final resting place For the knife that bores through me is not my fame, not my fortune It's a constant wave of regret It's a constant wave of regret singing la la la la la