Pasta

Sold this soul so long ago to a single-horned devil named hunger Like my ancestors did The transgression we all previewed in talks between bowls of spaghetti dragged out into late nights in old Italian Garfield Slurped it up along with such knowledge and that knowing blow minds Cerebral confetti Just fragments of sanity whisked through the air Lineage, a long line of knaves dying depraved Enslaved to the same lesson learned in the same ol' North Jersey Hell The wolves were here They had given birth to new animals That feed off your strife, your tears, your loss And I need to bleed you for it to make the suffering come full circle just as those before me did too