(Verse 1) Dangling down, my children dream, Tiny mouths pressed to the seam, The weak ones melt to syrup sweet, Lords grow big inside their sheets. A scent rides in on midnights air, Another queen she’s mine to tear, Her husk will feed my swollen womb, Her blood will paint this castle room. (Chorus) I’ll spawn them slick into the red, Eat the ones too slow to spread, The kings may rise the broods may swarm, But only queens remake the form. I’ll raise them sharp or watch them fall, The ones who live will have it all, The castles stuffed with what I am, A mini legion of my damned... (Verse 2) Her ribs like twigs as she went slack, Oh I heard it crack, the snap, She tastes like sugar in my teeth, New hungers swelling underneath. The ceiling pulses wet and warm, My next clutch curls inside my form, And when I hear her final cry, I’ll crack and stretch my thighs... (Verse 3) The hunters shout outside my door, Lords will emerge, fall to the floor, So let them come and let them see, What bursts forth sweet and hungry… My belly sings my skin grows tight, Pearly flesh birthed in the night, When they’re grown they’ll fight like me, To make more of us endlessly... (Chorus) I’ll spawn them slick into the red, Eat the ones too slow to spread, The kings may rise the broods may swarm, But only queens remake the form. I’ll raise them sharp or watch them fall, The ones who live will have it all, The castles stuffed with what I am, A mini legion of my damned... (Outro) Survivors go with wingless grace, To hunt or breed the human race, Her taste still lingers on my breath, The best broods are born from death. I’ll remain here in self-made den, To swell and split and start again, I'll do what Instincts wired me for, Mate with my king and spawn some more... [End]
