I am your carrion, baby.

And I will carry on, baby

Through these rot-filled, festering trenches.

Those circles in the sky, that sugary trail of silk.

I'm up to my waist with the muck of mine,

And over my head's that bitter-sweet sign.

You keep circling and circling,

You're slow patient death.

Trenches and Trenches

And the sound of my valuable breath.

I am your carrion, baby.

And this secret I'll keep carrying, baby

Through the end of the world.

Circling the sky, the end of peaceful blue.

I'm over this waste of a glorious fight,

As I watch the skies of this incandescent night.

Over and over,

This same tired game.

Repeat and Reset,

Lets burn down the fame.

Prey

Circle

Pray

Swoop...

Carrion.