Pisces Legs - Full of Hell

Corroded enamel and worn out knees

The distance from waking to dying

As they walk they whisper to the Earth

Whispering the riddles of jackals

«Here are my children, I have nothing more to give»

Constellations forming on their frames

There are whispers inside their cells

Begging to be set free

Feed the old to the dirt

Feed the dirt to the dogs

The air is pregnant with the empty carapace of all thats left

The empty carapace of all thats left