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Meat
04:00
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I am exactly like the bull in the china shop. Or is it the pig in shit? They all stood and watched as I was dragged to the back of the butcher's shop. And I screamed "remember me! remember me! remember!"
I whimpered as the mallet cracked my skull.
I winced as I saw my blood run down the wall.
Soft head. Tender, warm.
Soft head, belly full of worms.
Soft head. Gentle, dark.
Soft head, falling apart.
When they split me open, when they serve me up, when the rest all start eating I'll turn their stomachs just as well and I will force my way out.
When all is said and done at the end of the day, I'll wave "goodbye" with my severed hand and watch you walk away.
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Safety
04:12
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I have been driving without a seatbelt lately, trying to tempt fate as if she were a desperate whore. But I digress. I should know better by now. You think that I would, but here I am: jumping over fire with gasoline covering my feet.
I want to know how gun metal feels inside of my mouth.
I want to reach inside and pull my brains out.
I'm crying wolf in the yard as they tear me apart.
I feel them rip at my skin and I wake up just to do it all again.
I want to know how gun metal tastes.
Cold and hard, then warm and safe.
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