The Paramount Tenor

It will not enter their minds:
Death-life nourishment the paramount tenor
Treads on essence-suns alive
Windings so terrifying, of our splendor

Depth charges from the lost ones transmuting
an obtuse, solipsistic radar did not miss
In your face explodes compounded tramples

Hasn't he lost his voice already
Hasn't she masticated your decay
Isn't it us the bedrock’s pitying
Doesn’t for me total death blaze

Me!
Me!
Me!
Me!
Me!