Nihility Tastes Like You (Ulquiorra the Fat Admirer)

[Verse 1] In this palace of nothing, white as bone, I kept you locked where no sun has ever shone They told me emptiness is my only throne But your body fills every corner I’ve known Curves that spill like slow-moving sin, Flesh that trembles when I drag my fingers in You weigh more than all the despair I’ve been And still I crave to be crushed beneath your skin [Pre-Chorus] You cry, tears on cheeks so round and sweet I taste them, salt on the feast at my feet Your heartbeat is loud in this silent retreat It says: devour me, Ulquiorra, complete [Chorus] I am the death born of despair But your fat keeps me breathing this air Every roll, every fold, every pound you bear Makes a god of nihilism kneel and stare Orihime, my soft apocalypse I want to drown in the weight of your hips [Verse 2] Your thighs could smother the moon and its light Yet I press my face there every endless night You beg for freedom, voice thick with fright I only hear the way your belly sways when you fight I trace the silver rivers stretched across your skin Proof you grew too vast for the world to fit in You blush, ashamed of how much you’ve been I call it holy, this overflow of original sin [Pre-Chorus] You cry, tears on cheeks so round and sweet I taste them, salt on the feast at my feet Your heartbeat is loud in this silent retreat It says: devour me, Ulquiorra, complete [Chorus] I am the death born of despair But your fat keeps me breathing this air Every roll, every fold, every pound you bear Makes a god of nihilism kneel and stare Orihime, my soft apocalypse I want to drown in the weight of your hips [Bridge – whispered, almost reverent] They said I feel nothing But when you sit on my lap and the chair disappears I understand worship for the first time in ten thousand years [Chorus] I am the death born of despair But your fat keeps me breathing this air Every roll, every fold, every pound you bear Makes a god of nihilism kneel and stare Orihime, my soft apocalypse I want to drown in the weight of your hips [Final Chorus – slower, deeper, unhinged] Let the heavens rot, let the souls all scream I have found infinity in your heavy cream Your captive body is my only creed Feed me despair until I can’t breathe Orihime, my goddess of glorious excess In your fat I’ve discovered what “alive” truly means [Outro – cold again, but trembling] If this is emptiness… Then let me be buried alive Under you. Forever.