Thaw from Österlanden by I, Parasite

I’ve crawled back to my broken roots all memories shared, lost
the cold care a pat on the back pretending to find peace
this wicked world where we don’t care anymore
we head straight to the thaw

keep the knife alive buried deep inside and vultures pick the bones
as the sun arrives and the frost declines our winter is the wound

could you put me in the earth? or is it more than I am worth? hush

I see the figure in the sky my hands cut lines through form and light
my flesh hangs, fingers from the sun the more it hurts, the more I’ve won

I am the self-defeating fraud a wave of hands, a light applause - oh hush

begone, the carrion birds on our best behavior
lessons break through the skin blood to slow to recall
put me deep in the earth a kindness that you don’t owe
taste it, a mouth full of sin laugh as though we thought so

keep the knife alive buried deep inside and vultures pick the bones
as the sun arrives and the frost declines our winter is the wound

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