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The Dying Feast

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Lyrics

Verse 1

Heavy feet

Slowly sliding down the hall

Gray skin

Sweating grease against the paper bag

Cold fries

Limp and salty like a basement leak

He gasps

He wheezes

He wobbles

The golden arches look like rusted wire

Fingers tremble

Paper crinkles

Chorus

He brought me burgers and a side of ice

The meat is gray and the buns are dry

He’s coughing hard through a thin disguise

Burgers and ice

Burgers and ice

He’s fading fast but he’s acting nice

With burgers and ice

Verse 2

Pale palm

Holding out a soggy cardboard box

Ice cold

The milkshake separated in the heat

Yellow tie

Stained with mustard from a month ago

He coughs

The walls shake

The floor breaks

He says it is the finest meal in town

Eyes rolling

Heart slowing

Chorus

He brought me burgers and a side of ice

The meat is gray and the buns are dry

He’s coughing hard through a thin disguise

Burgers and ice

Burgers and ice

He’s fading fast but he’s acting nice

With burgers and ice

Bridge

The leader is falling

The leader is stalling

The leader is calling for more

Clutching his chest on the carpet

Spilling the soda on the carpet

Leaving his ghost on the carpet

Verse 3

Dead end

One last nugget on a plastic tray

Stiff jaw

Locked around a lie about the price

Silent room

Just the rattling of a plastic straw

Gone now

Gone cold

Gone old

The cheese is plastic glued to frozen beef

Crown heavy

Tummy heavy

Chorus

He brought me burgers and a side of ice

The meat is gray and the buns are dry

He’s coughing hard through a thin disguise

Burgers and ice

Burgers and ice

He’s fading fast but he’s acting nice

With burgers and ice

Post-Chorus

Burgers and ice

Cold as the night

Burgers and ice

Nothing is right

Outro

The bag is empty

The man is still

The fries are freezing

On the window sill

On the window sill

On the window sill

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