Aeolian Death Song Songtext

go south little ones & trace a path up above my head
full-mouthed little ones with throbbing throats of worms that mum fed
all pecking breath does face a crackling leafy red
no sudden death persuades our roots to stare up ahead

go south little ones & trace a path up above our beds
through florida across the gulf & then drop dead
our bodies rot on some infertile dusty plain in texas
in decomposing we all cry out as the others peck us