- The vocals - I'm not a singer (and I had the hardest time getting the microphone not to clip during the second part
- The over-indulgent use of distorted guitar - I bought a new toy and wanted to play around :)
Lyrics:
(Part 1)
Chilly air
Blows beneath the covers of the changing of the colors
I am sitting here
On soil where my family's graves have paved the way
For me
Trampling feet
Of children and their mothers and their oversized grey shovels
It's me they'll eat
I will die inside their ovens, my fate is sealed in morning muffins.
Pies, herbivorous demise.
My goodbye
Groceries,
Placed upon the counter, they share my final hour
Soon my seeds,
Roasted then devoured, they'll never plant and flower.
Pies, herbivorous demise.
My goodbye
(Part 2)
Bake me!
Scald me!
Melt my skin!
Rape me!
Scar me!
Scrape my insides out!
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