The Death Lyrics - Showbread

When I was a baby I could close the world 

Up in fleshy pink mitts 

Now the world flays the infant palms 

And the bones drip out in its spit 

When I was small I reached up so high 

And grasped at the morning star 

Now the wormwood topples down on me 

And smashes all my parts 

When I was a child my bones spread out 

Like peacock feathers alive 

Now the feathers wilt like cancerous boils 

Leaving sagging pores in my hide 

When I was of age I saw a gate so wide 

And a path so broad for the taking 

But the road to everything led to a cliff 

Where I sprawled out naked and aching 

Now that I'm old I see the light 

And I see it was never there 

Everything leads to nothing 

Nowhere and I don't even care 

I don't even care 

I don't even care 

I don't even care 

I don't