Will Stetson

Which of the pickings should we begin to eat
Something soaking in blood or something bittersweet
Nothing to do when the future’s outta reach
As we stumble along in cold reality
Snickering, the Buddha will never let me rest
Only those with patience will make it in the end
Devils dance hypnotically, begging to be fed
Take your time and cherish it, you my dearest guest

Ah, tear with your jaws and lavish in the feast
Every piece, every piece, will gorge in heavy greed
Taking a bite, go wild in the heat
While the Moon in the sky composes silver dreams

Ah, how many plans will I need for it to pass
Painted black, painted white, we raise another flag
Make me a bet and I’ll play a better hand
Life and death, dark and light compose our fellow man
Crawling from the fire, the Buddha holds a thread
Nothing is decided, there’s still a moment left
Screaming up from hell, there’s a voice of bloody red
Let’s get lost in darkness and not come back again

Ah, tear with your jaws and lavish in the feast
So it seems, so it seems, we won’t be running free
Going insane in the laughter and the greed
We descend to the depths—a nightmare like a dream
Ah, yeah yeah yeah
Come on and flutter faster, the skies are what we’re after, right?
Ah, yeah yeah yeah
Come on and flutter faster you’re the master now
Ah, yeah yeah yeah
Come on and flutter faster, the skies are what we’re after, right?
Ah, yeah yeah yeah
Come on and flutter faster you’re the master now

Ah, tear with your jaws and lavish in the feast
Every piece, every piece, will gorge in heavy greed
Taking a bite, go wild in the heat
Ravish more and compose a sinner’s melody
To the depths of the flames, we dine on broken dreams