The Sky-Showbread

When I was small you might have thought of me You might have spread apart the fat webs in your heart But there was never anything inside of me I'm just dried mud casing that cracks and comes apart And now I'm being crushed beneath your feet And all the mud is disappearing into me You're rising up like fire while the memories halt Don't look down to see me or you will become a pillar of salt You'll never see my face You are a song to sing I am the dust and ash You are the queen of clean I am the world's trash There is no candy center in the middle of the world When I was small you might remember me You might have drained the black oil from my heart String me up and hang me upside down And let the wild animals tear me apart