The Death (Anorexia)

By Showbread

On Anorexia

Released on May 13, 2008

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[Verse 1]

When I was a baby I could close the world

Up in fleshy pink mitts

Now the world flays the infant palms

And the bones drip out in its spit

When I was small I reached up so high

And grasped at the morning star

Now the wormwood topples down on me

And smashes all my parts


[Verse 2]

When I was a child my bones spread out

Like peacock feathers alive

Now the feathers wilt like cancerous boils

Leaving sagging pores in my hide


[Verse 3]

When I was of age I saw a gate so wide

And a path so broad for the taking

But the road to everything led to a cliff

Where I sprawled out naked and aching


[Verse 4]

Now that I'm old I see the light

I see it was never there

Everything leads to nothing

Nowhere and I don't even care

I don't even care

I don't even care

I don't even care

I don't