Bird Eater piosenki

The cattle trailer? All the beasts are dead. Some bones have pushed through the gray skin and clumps of hair. Scorpions are dancing in the puddles of gore seeping under the rig. All of the drivers blood is his own. Don't put that clown paint on me when I die,...

In the desert, harpies bark the loudest when there is blood on the sand. The red rocks will blacken in the sun. Get out, carrion totem. Four hawks circle A man wretches like a blind and burning rattlesnake The red rocks will blacken in the sun. Get out, carrio...

I cut my teeth on a colt 45. You cut your arms. I'll make you some ghosts. I'll make you so many ghosts. I took the lung and broke two ribs. It felt like roots under a shovel. I left the rest white man buffalo style. It takes days to boil the bones. 

His wild eyes wet with the sting of the cold. The dead on the ground steaming before him. Some statued in forgiveness like a congregation of praying penitents. He wished she would eat even their bones as they lie blind and dying in the snow. 

The canyon floor, a dried up river bed. The sound of a carrion bird scraping and pecking at a skull echoing off the walls. Mechanical. Omnipresent. In sickening rhythms, meticulous as a leather worker, it ate and danced forever. 

I sat gut shot. Slumped over under the only tree for miles. It held me and kept me from dying on my back. I stared to the west. Dead mothers make the sun set. I can hear their chains in the west. Captive and forced to watch us suffer. 

Know it was a pearl handled pistol grip with a gun metal blue barrel. Did he choke or spit blood? Did you see his face? Did he suffer? Fuck your one horse, one stop light Redneck town of sheep and tumble weed. Your son may have pulled the trigger, but you left...

I will cut you down and watch you twitch like a dreaming dog. A horse with a broken leg. Panic in your rolling eyes and terrible screams. A crow with a broken wing stirring the dust. In crippled circles you dance for death. The birds will take your eyes first....

On this dry earth you will make red mud. I will bury you in it face down so you never take your eyes off of hell. I put you on the black horse. Don’t you dare ask God for mercy. I’ve kept her in the salts of Bonneville. You cut her down but she will never rot....

I hear her at my back door crying her eyes out and clawing at the screen. She is the wondering spirit of every broken mother. She is the siren of the desert, feeding men to the dogs. Cursed to perform eternal retribution with her own slender hands on all men f...

Their eyes bulging and strabismic. The left fixed on heaven. The right fixed on hell. They stood side by side, raising their arms to point at me. In unison, their pink ribbon scars danced as they swallowed through broken necks. Heads cocked like curious birds,...