Queen of the Food-Chain-The Ocean

Queen of the Food-Chain - The Ocean You sure know the rules To turn all heads to your menu For this is all you show ... For this is all you have to offer As she grows pale and old This color was never your own ever since you bought the security of control With then feet of soil on your chest to choke any whiff of animation Bury all risks forever Walk on blood-red sands Soaked with the grief of coveting docile hands Crushed by your own rocks And this is what you draw upon: Feast on the purity of breathing organic matter No need to cut off her wings: Your words lay like stones in her stomach She takes everything She's the queen of the food-chain The last one to starve The first one to bleed into oblivion