• My feeling is true,
    Oh the heart of you,
    Feast upon my throne.
    The angels are falling,
    Their feathers so white,
    Their feathers so pure,
    Just so unlike you.
    The shadow eats,
    All it can see,
    The shadow eats,
    The maggots of your lies.
    The angels are falling,
    From their place with god,
    Their feathers are falling,
    Maggots are crawling.
    Do you see the squirm?
    Do you see the pulse?
    Pulses just like you.
    Maggot eater.