Appetite

I feel my fingers reach my mouth, I turn my head collapse and shout

My spirits wilting and my flesh is caving in

I cry for help into the blue distress into a static view drown in turmoil as my eyes

Keep drinking in

My S.O.S. a flippant word from a scornful boy that speaks in verse

And evades salvation until my reach exceeds its grasp

Return my head into its cell and calm nerves inside the well of luscious lies

That drag me straight to hell

Flee to the shining city on the hill

Pray you last in the marathon

Until you cross the line

On the day of trumpet sound

There’s a dagger in the hand of a babe

There’s venom in the cup of a friend

There’s fire in the belly of the kind, eroding until the end

Murder in the heart of the right

No end to the devil-appetite to satisfy the need

Now everybody feed

The passive Masses caught exposed, flooding rises past their nose

No more sanctuary

No more harbor for the blind

Faces turn from grace to greed, unsettling daggers as you lead

Consume it all

Until there’s nothing left to want or even need

I speak in hunger pangs, grind my teeth to razor fangs

Sinking deep to rip and tear

Can’t stop my heart if it’s not there

Every hand grips everything

Ears are deaf to tolls and rings

Now there’s red inside the rain

And what was sterling now is stained

On the shining city on the hill

Pray you last in the marathon, until you cross the line

On the day of trumpet sound

There’s a dagger in the hand of a babe

There’s venom in the cup of a friend

There’s fire in the belly of the kind, eroding until the end

Murder in the heart of the right

No end to the devil-appetite

To satisfy the need

Now everybody feed

Wake and crave for every bite

Slave to slake your appetite