Go without,
Till the need seeps in
You low animal,
Collect your novel petals for the stem,
And glow,
Glow,
Melt and flow,
Eviscerate your fragile frame,
And spill it out in the ragged floor,
A thousand different versions of yourself,
And if the old god still offend,
They got nothing left on which you depend,
So enlist every ounce
Of your bright blood,
And off with their heads,
Jump from the book
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise
See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life,
And they got no right--
As sure as you have eyes,
They got no right,
Just put yourself in my new shoes,
And see that I do what I do,
Because the old god still offends,
(Their pudgy hearts and slimy hands)
They got nothing left on which we depend.
So enlist every ounce
Of your bright blood,
And off with their heads.
Jump from the book,
You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise
That you despise.
