Carnivora

See her shaking castanets in winter’s stale surroundings
Shaking to the scent of death
But then death has no scent, I told her, surprised
With the castanets blazing so bright and well-placed
And winter really has no name, and then winter never had a face
Until then... until then...
But then there’s this bargain of death
And as she dances, place your bets
Crack-pot castanets
Crack-pot castanets
Like the galaxy’s on fire
Like the universe’s ablaze
Galleons undead
Galleons undead
Carnivora dances on your grave
Carnivora dances on your grave

Her meat so slowly rots, her castanets ablaze
Winter slowly putrefies, veils upon her face
Shimmer in the cold and the sour
Like she never had an hour
Or a home
Or a man
Or some other sick kind of lover
Carnivora bleeds
And waits

Black galleons undead
Black galleons undead
Carnivora, bleeding train
Shake those castanets
Carnivora, bleeding train
Shake those castanets
Bleeding mess
Bleeding mess
Carnivora’s obsessed
Hear her castanets
Oh, ain’t they beautiful
Hear her castanets
Oh, ain’t the winter very fruitful
Ain’t it all how it’s meant to be said
Black galleons undead
Galleons undead...

Ain’t it funny how she clenches both her fists
How her Spanish dresses burn
How her touch conceals despair
How you crawl upon her floors
How you crawl upon her floors
How her Spanish madmen burn
How her Spanish lovers burn
How she’s obviously Spanish, too
How she’s disarranged, a knell
How the knell tells all ends to this miserly land
In mirror writing – castanets
In mirror writing – castanets
Galleons of death
Galleons of death
Her Spanish dresses burn
It’s all a single breath

Her caravans join the dance, her caravans join the dance
Shaking their castanets, shaking their castanets
And the drum
How it hums
How she kneels
In a pool of breath
A pool of breath
She ceases to react
She ceases to react
Ceases to exist for his breath
Yeah, ceases to exist in this mess
Carnivora’s disarranged
Carnivora’s disarranged
There’s a something in the doorway
There’s a something in its hands
There’s a something in the doorway
There’s a something in its hands

How this stale whore moves
How this stale whore shakes
How her castanets jingle and jangle and tingle
How very Spanish of her
That prickling side of fame
That prickling side of shade
It’s funny how death has no scent
There’s a something in its hands
Crack-pot castanets
Oh, crack-pot castanets

Sorrows amass at the threshold
Embodied, hairy, mad
Sorrows amass at the threshold
Embodied, hairy, mad
Ain’t it funny how these galleons burn
Oh, galleons drown undead
Galleons drown undead
Midgets dance on her see-through dress
Midgets dance on her see-through dress
No doctor to tell she’s insane
No doctor to tell she’s insane
No heaven to conquer her hell
No heaven to conquer her hell
Those dresses are all stale
And Carnivora’s there
Carnivora’s naked
Her satins also bare
Carnivora’s baby, bleeding, moves away
Her king never wanted to stay
Her king never wanted to pay
With those crack-pot castanets
Crack-pot castanets
Carnivora’s on the very edge...

Angels fall behind the brink
Angels are comets, flakes...
Angels fall behind the brink
Angels are comets, flakes...

Of a something, of a nothing
Of death

Eyeballs blasted into wedding sheets
Eyeballs blasted into wedding chimes
Castanets decline, castanets decline
Impaled upon the world
Impaled upon the eye

Of a something, of a nothing
Of death

Carnivora, I told you you’re mad
I told you you’re lost, young and mad
I wiped off the tears from your breast
I wiped off the blood from your face
Carnivora, so distant, so stale...

Her king never stayed
Eyeballs blasted into wedding sheets
Guts inside the wedding cake
Carnivora, that’s your waist
Oh, why I hold this crunching waist
Collapsing under a single touch
Collapsing under a single step
Of this I know
I proved you mad
I proved you mad
In a something, in a nothing
In death
Carnivora, you’re best left unsaid
Carnivora, you’re best left unsaid
In the end, it’s all unsaid
In the end, it’s all ah unsaid
Carnivora proceeds, bleedin’ to death
Whispering “galleons undead”
See, galleons undead
Black galleons undead

Angels fall behind the brink
Angels are comets, flakes...
Angels fall behind the brink
Angels are comets, flakes...

Her castanets of spiderwebs
Eternal castanets
Her castanets of spiderwebs
Eternal castanets
Black galleons undead
Eternal castanets
Tortured piece of meat
Tortured piece of rain
Winter castanets
Winter castanets
Pale as death
Pale as death
Pale as Carnivora’s
Breath