At the Mouth - Lord Mantis

A beginning unlike unrest

If we slave

An even end or froth

At the mouth

We slave our hands

Our brains our spines

Spineless prayer perverse

Force and vision

Don’t skew me I’m so prone

In a shadow my focus

My shadow it belongs to you

My blood, you my beloved

Now cursed and (un)even

That taste seems old

Or a triumph of infection

I’d say I’m guilty

Of corruption

On this less than silly gesture

Not a world

Not in part

But entirely the lust

Thrust itself

Our hands our brains our spines

We this collective

Crowning conscious endeavor achievement

My internal strife

Manufactured cancer

Abuses physically

Upon my body

Abuses mentally

Without any forecast

Or result consequence

Only impulse

And you ask me to be a man

Only a monkey can defend a man

Only a monkey can defend a man