Testo di The Death (Anorexia)

When I was a baby I could close the world up in fleshy pink mitts Now the world flays the infant palms and the bones drip out in its spit When I was small I reached up so high and grasped at the morning star Now the wormwood topples down on me and smashes all my parts When I was a child my bones spread out like peacock feathers alive Now the feathers wilt like cancerous boils leaving sagging pores in my hide When I was of age I saw a gate so wide and a path so broad for the taking But the road to everything led to a cliff where I sprawled out naked and aching Now that I'm old I see the light and I see it was never there Everything leads to nothing nowhere and I don't even care