Nonkilling 6 • Hunger Songtext
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Bodies eating bodies, heads eating heads
We are nothing eating nothing
And though we feast, are filled, overfilled
We go famished
We gang the doors of death
That is, our deaths are fed
That we may continue our daily dying
Our bodies going down
We are nothing eating nothing
And though we feast, are filled, overfilled
We go famished
We gang the doors of death
That is, our deaths are fed
That we may continue our daily dying
Our bodies going down
Winter raging
The color gone, hands were blue and cold
A recitation, I slowly read you Tomb for Anatole:
"He was eight years old
A dead child is no
Occasion for a song
Where did I go wrong?"
When they say face facts, disobey that
There's singing still left to be done
They still can't name that, fragrant
Wind rolling off a corpse
Until the day that you play back the tape that you made
Record your mother saying every word
Pronounce the gray that
The rains had brought over the sun
Like a veil to suffocate the earth
But hunger is first
And I could feel in my body time rushing in
The way nothing must have felt when something started to begin
The way all of your sympathy taught me something was wrong
Secret disfortune, this cold, slow momentum
I remember snow
Saw it fall
Watched a child learn, the word "nightfall"
And sleep because it's sad, or not sleep at all
I learned the word "forever" from Demerol
I let my body go, I feed the thaw
Like jumping off a cliff, but never falling
A dust finer than smoke
A memory in my throat
A flame that pulses cold
A faraway echo
And I could feel in my body time rushing in
The way nothing must have felt when something started to begin
The way all of your sympathy taught me something was wrong
Secret disfortune, this cold, slow momentum
And I could feel in my body time rushing in
The way nothing must have felt when something started to begin
The way all of your sympathy taught me something was wrong
Secret disfortune, this cold, slow momentum
I remember snow
Saw it fall
Watched a child learn, the word "nightfall"
And sleep because it's sad, or not sleep at all
I learned the word "forever" from Demerol
I let my body go, I feed the thaw
The color gone, hands were blue and cold
A recitation, I slowly read you Tomb for Anatole:
"He was eight years old
A dead child is no
Occasion for a song
Where did I go wrong?"
When they say face facts, disobey that
There's singing still left to be done
They still can't name that, fragrant
Wind rolling off a corpse
Until the day that you play back the tape that you made
Record your mother saying every word
Pronounce the gray that
The rains had brought over the sun
Like a veil to suffocate the earth
But hunger is first
And I could feel in my body time rushing in
The way nothing must have felt when something started to begin
The way all of your sympathy taught me something was wrong
Secret disfortune, this cold, slow momentum
I remember snow
Saw it fall
Watched a child learn, the word "nightfall"
And sleep because it's sad, or not sleep at all
I learned the word "forever" from Demerol
I let my body go, I feed the thaw
Like jumping off a cliff, but never falling
A dust finer than smoke
A memory in my throat
A flame that pulses cold
A faraway echo
And I could feel in my body time rushing in
The way nothing must have felt when something started to begin
The way all of your sympathy taught me something was wrong
Secret disfortune, this cold, slow momentum
And I could feel in my body time rushing in
The way nothing must have felt when something started to begin
The way all of your sympathy taught me something was wrong
Secret disfortune, this cold, slow momentum
I remember snow
Saw it fall
Watched a child learn, the word "nightfall"
And sleep because it's sad, or not sleep at all
I learned the word "forever" from Demerol
I let my body go, I feed the thaw
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