Among The Falling Stones lyrics

Crawl - among the locusts and worms And sing their masochistic hymns Fall - of the morals within A poetry of mockery Grave - sonnets of sarcastic eloquence Too light to sink Grim and empty extasy The suffocating empathy Put a price on sacred thoughts Feast on feces on a silver plate You wish for pain But you are numb And so you feed your children To those without a soul You wallow in their puke Dung beetles in spider webs I feel like a feather Among the falling stones And thus essence flows Down - into the sewers A breed so acyetic Pigs - that swallow all Cast me out Out of life Life that means "Meaningless" Emptiness to compensate Bile sludge to masticate An entire cutural history