The End(trails) Lyrics


Disembowelment

By seppuku or similar method

Just one way of the many ways to die

Evisceration victim

Thinking of a number

Unable to distract from transgressions

Entrails pouring out

There is art in the ways of death

Decorating the concrete floor

Anatomical correctness

I implore, before it starts to rot

Delight in the order whence chaos begot.