Precipice Pirouette

It's death worship, all of it
Your gods wheeling above
Spiralling down into the pit of pathetic carrion you call life
Admonishing the vultures to tear away
Your fears with the promise of a better death
You are already rotting
Every one of you
Nothing but slurry clogging the gutters of decent folk
Who can't be reassured by empty platitudes of a clean sky

This is all rot
And oh, how we dance and pirouette amongst it all
Wouldn't dream of feigning smiles whilst
Carrying your dead weight through life's circus

A fate worse than death
So the carrion birds will feign whispers
In raucous, howling tones
As they build worthless futures amongst your bones
If this is human nature, concrete it over
And have done. Just have done

I like to play in open graves
The crawling things raise their fists and howl
I find that the soil clogs my throat in just such a way
As to drag the vowels through a twist of ruptured bowel
To rise, then decay, then away
Consonant cosmonauts choking on delay

The vultures have it right
Sailing in under cover of night
Or staring you straight out in glare of day
They'll have your eyes away
So as you don't need to blink the tears past
One foot wrong versus this precipice
You're at least six feet down
Can you wiggle your toes?
Let's fucking go

The all-consuming boogie of nucleus versus the rest of it
If the weather balloons we're all fucked
Never was much one for recall
Cells is cells is cells is cells

We could idle here whilst I rhyme that with Hel
But I'm sure we've all got shapes to throw
Let us stumble through the opening lines
Let us dance for the sake of the fact
That once we can't we'll all damned well wish we had

I'm still toying with all the gods of men
I don't let them push me around
We've been around and around and around
Awating our chance to populate holes in the ground