Speak requiems through me Through flower mouthed kings with vines for crowns Through splintered forked tongues Through bloodied soil, mutilation pure Roses bloom in the mouth of every king And the thorns will feed off every gut and vertebrae of the earth Every gut of earth The earth will feed off our skin and from our bodies will grow Rip out the stems and the leaves and let come spring trees I've always been the thief, so let the earth feed off me Feed off me