The Goat (Anorexia)

I remember everything, to be what I've become

A willingness for anything that can and must be done

I remember writhing in the womb wrapped up in viscous gloom

My will is calling out like a sweeping plague

Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain

I remember thinking once that love could never die

But love is small and very frail and can't be kept alive

Unless you love the one for whom roars this internal din

The love that devours everything

The love of self burns within

My will is calling out like a sweeping plague

Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain

Raping what is left of you, two flesh becoming one

My will is everywhere, my will be done

My will is calling out like a sweeping plague

Swallowing the mountains and the deserts and the rain

Raping what is left of you, two flesh becoming one

My will is everything, my will be done