Penguin Meat

Cutting up hints of walking out And poisoning festivities in warm blood Alexander's tragic demise builds opportunity But short-lived empires collapse in vain Living off penguin meat Autumn winds freeze my soul I'm hibernating through summer Then sleepwalking 'til we meet again Planning out a damned future It doesn't add up, I can't add it up Danger in numbers, chaos in retrospect Looking for a god to save me There is no god, he makes spineless choices But with two knives in each of our backs We are the devil, hopeless and indecisive I'll worship my own romance Arranging a choir to sign us off A broken swansong, (an atonal mess) The emperor cries betrayal in the morning While vultures sing of repair