Chapter IX
Requiem I:
Due of Harvest
Just keep shoveling…
Just keep shoveling…
Skin by skin, just keep shoveling.
Ache to Ache.
Organ to Organ.
Blood to Blood.
Skin by Skin.
Just keep shoveling…
Just keep shoveling…
In due of season, we harvest our flesh.
Pierce the skin…Pierce the skin.
In times of famine, we pour our blood.
Pierce the skin…Pierce the skin.
In display of drama, we pierce our eyes.
Farming the skin…Farming the skin.
And because we are tamed, we burn when it burns.
Farming the skin…Farming the skin.
Just keep shoveling…
Just keep shoveling…
Skin by skin, just keep shoveling.
Pain to Pain.
Lust to Lust.
Sorrow to Sorrow.
Skin by Skin.
Just keep shoveling…
Just keep shoveling…
Grab a sickle, slice the hide.
Farm and Farm…Plant and Plant.
And pull and pull, until you hit that hard white bone.
Farm and Farm…Plant and Plant.
For our due of harvest is at hand.
Such little talents…Such little gifts.
And pull out your heart, and plant it in that skin.
Just keep shoveling…
Just keep shoveling…
