A skeleton made of houses Something out of the nothingness Will be born Asleep for a thousand years Taking form Stone by stone Stone by stone Something is starting to breathe Something is coming alive What which should never be Spawned by the demon seed Dont let the fetus survive Spine that is twisted Winded and withering A mouth full of war Contorted and gibbering Fist full of promises Cracking and splintering Her Claws will be made of missiles Machine guns and aeroplanes Blood stains and honest faces Stone by stone Veins will be made of highways Telephone wires Entangle the mire below Stone by stone Something is starting to feed Something beginning to thrive Dont set the demon free Dont let it ever be Dont let it eat us alive Bullets and war faces Twisting and tattering Towers are shaking Unmaking and shattering Gears of the gold machine Quaking and clattering Feeding on hate Feeding on innocence Feeding on weakness Feeding on violence Feeding on hope Feeding on need Feeding on charity Feeding on greed Feeding on lies Feeding on tears Feeding on bad intent Feeding on fear Feeding on you Feeding on me Feeding on everyone Feeding on everything The grand tribulation Elation of misery The devils gestation We tend through the centuries A surrogate sanctum In spiraling entropy
feeding, stone, something, starting, tattering