One more pour before fatigue takes hold, one more door I lock against the cold. Sweet dreams, baby girl, sleep so deep — something sinister inside the walls you keep. Feel the table cold against my spine, feel the rope pulled tight, strain against the knot. Something small and twists against my chest, a weave of tails already looking for a nest. Then the steel comes down, a lid on a jar — I can sense my pulse - distant, far. Sternum's just a door and the wood's gone thin — every fear I locked away has finally crawled in. The seam is sealed, the vessel's hot, a hundred tails knot in the pot, fleeing from hot steel, too many feet — one lone crowned god screams for retreat. Flee the burning steel, gnaw through bone, the hole you dig becomes your only home. Ribs crack to sugar, marrow runs sweet — carve a cathedral from my heartbeat. Flee the burning steel, gnaw through bone, the hole you dig becomes your only home. Ribs crack to sugar, marrow runs sweet — carve a cathedral from my heartbeat. Now the metal's screaming with the heat, now a hundred bodies share one set of feet. Fur gone black, tails knotted at the root — one thing moving, always one pursuit. Teeth against the bottom of a rib, gnawing, scurrying to fit. I can hear them chewing through the gall. I can hear them — that's the worst part of all. Faster now, the digging climbs, through the muscle, through my lines. I try to shriek, I try, I try — my chest torn open, cherry pie. Flee the burning steel, gnaw through bone, the hole you dig becomes your only home. Lungs collapse, I'm halfway to death — carve a cathedral from my last breath. Flee the burning steel, gnaw through bone, the hole you dig becomes your only home. Lungs collapse, I'm halfway to death — carve a cathedral from my last breath. Through a hundred to the stomach splitting white to red hiding where the body's fed finding itself a safe zone in me welcome home. welcome home. stay. Oh, look — I can see myself from here. Isn't that funny. Look how clear. That's not the girl who poured the drink. That's just the meat she used to think in. I watch it twitch, and crawl, then move. Throned in what remains of me. She isn't screaming anymore. Just the host. Just the nest. R I P Flee the burning steel, gnaw through bone, the hole you dig becomes your only home. Throat cracks open, gurgles heard — carve a cathedral in my last word. Flee the burning steel, gnaw through bone, the hole you dig becomes your only home. Throat cracks open, gurgles heard — carve a cathedral in my last word. Warm, and full, and settled in — good night, baby, sleep within. Nothing left to close the door. You were the thing beneath the floor.
