Phalanges Like Wilted Trees (feat. Ethan Carpenter)

Eat Eat Eat Eat Eat Eat Eat The world is on fire Not with desire But with an iron fist And a white knuckle grip A way to gouge your cysts Fuckin parasitic Stuck with the scalpel's end A sickened development Rolling waves of blackened tar Stretches to the near and far Wallow in the soot Bodies deep in what we've earned Reminders of what we've burned The ashes stir Swirling remnants of a scorching death Laborious black lunged breath Dead tongue in cheek We are what we eat The weak have such tender meat Tonight we feast Welcome nuclear winter Hibernation in humanity's splinters Broken by its own throbbing clutch Mankind is a blithering mess Your sobbing is cruelly met With a blunted end There are no tissues left Just an apple stuffed Shoved on a spike This aphrodisiac o' stench of flesh Fire-roasted with Sun dried leather and The most primal spices dashed A flavor you must savor You know what they say Nothing good can ever last So don't let anything go to waste Finish what's all on your plate Eaten Eaten Eaten Eat Sickly treasures hung and stored away Cured and allowed to age Exquisite delicacy now commonplace How was humanity to progress We, the favor to your digress Have a taste Some flavor for your dull pallet Swelter in the heat of our sun Sick sleep with the smog in our lungs Banquet for kings, to inherit our earth Our legacy served on a silver platter The hunger inside possessing me to desire such a delicatessen This mound of flesh I'm presented is nothing more than our way of living This mound of flesh I'm presented is nothing more than our way of living Swelter in the heat of our sun Sick sleep with the smog in our lungs Banquet for kings to inherit our earth Our legacy served on a silver platter