Song

I Fed The Animal

Prophets Of Memoria ยท Twelve Moons

Lyrics

White plates shine
Like little moons
Warm hands pray
In spotless rooms

Silver teeth
Behind the glass
Something breathes
Beneath the mask

The table blooms
With borrowed skin
And every candle
Lets it in

I washed my hands
In milk and flame
But every drop
Remembered my name

I fed the animal
And called it mine
I kissed the hunger
I crossed the line

It grew in silence
Under my ribs
With golden eyes
And porcelain lips

I fed the animal
I fed the animal
Now it feeds
On me

Soft bells ring
Where no one bleeds
Gardens kneel
To sharpened needs

A velvet mouth
Behind the door
Keeps asking me
For something more

I wore the feast
Like holy skin
But heard the bones
Begin to sing

I shut the windows
Painted them bright
Still something scratched
Through the velvet night

I fed the animal
And called it mine
I kissed the hunger
I crossed the line

It grew in silence
Under my ribs
With golden eyes
And porcelain lips

I fed the animal
I fed the animal
Now it feeds
On me

There is a church
Inside my throat
A black choir singing
From a sinking boat

There is a field
Behind my eyes
Where every flower
Learns to hide

I hold the knife
I bless the bread
I name it love
It wakes the dead

I fed the animal
And called it mine
I dressed the hunger
In candlelight

It wore my shadow
It learned my breath
It built a kingdom
Under my chest

I fed the animal
I fed the animal
Now it feeds
On me

White plates shine
No one speaks
Something warm
Licks its teeth