Voracious Appetites

Comparing new things favorably over old ones, anticipating a future state when bodies will decay.

Referencing the inevitability of physical deterioration and the idea of joining others in death.

Mentioning the cost of cremation, likening it to a deal one might find on a shopping channel.

Describing the removal of bodies by coroners and the subsequent transformation into soluble ash.

Attempting to identify a sign or signal that suggests uncertainty or skepticism.

Emphasizing the repetition of information or messages by a satellite.

Suggesting the isolation or identification of every small amount or detail, possibly insinuating insincerity.

Referring to dishonest or disingenuous communication.

Describing a figurative attack on the ideals or beliefs of a crusader (symbolic of a passionate advocate).

Indicating that blame cannot be placed on birds for a fault or mistake.

Highlighting a welder's actions in constructing cages without fault.

Reiterating that the fault does not lie in the work itself.

Expressing a desire for new topics or gossip.

Blaming something or someone, seeking an outlet for frustration.

Describing insatiable desires that lead to destruction or downfall.

Willingness to be filled up emotionally, even at a cost, until feeling a certain way.

Questioning whether the current situation aligns with what was desired or expected.

Portraying a state of being immobilized or frozen in fear or disbelief.

Describing intense desires that echo into the night, possibly longing for something unattainable.

Feeling isolated in actions taken, regretting the decision to leave.

Repetition emphasizing reluctance or refusal to establish emotional closeness.

You don't wanna get close to me

You don't wanna get close to me

You don't wanna get

I know what we don't say

I look at more than your face

See a carbon-based body walk into a room

And not know its name

I feel that we feel the same

Laugh until it goes away

Agreement to disagree until we're in the ground

Comprised of the same things

Love and loss til it caves in

Candles lit in the basement

Pentagram on the eastern wall

Until the demon starts speaking

Promising it'll be easy, trace the sigil it leaves me

Write a song in obsidian blood

That drips slow from the ceiling

We all want something new to talk about

Telling off something or somebody to blame

Voracious appetites leading us to our demise

Fill us up at any price, weak until we're feeling this way

Is this all really what we wanted now

Petrified, sitting on the rock we became

Voracious appetites calling out into the night

Lonely in our action, looking back thinking we needed to stay

Don't wanna get close to me

You don't wanna get close to me

You don't wanna get close to me

Continuation of the refusal of emotional closeness.