Project Pitchfork Carrion

Deep deep down the silence covers your ears
No light will ever reach its depths
It watches, it watches
High above cold winds pass the black dunes
A feather jerks in the storm till it loses the fight
Whirls around drowns in black masses
Drowns in black masses, drowns in black masses

Life life stops stops in slowmotion
A suffering still-life caught in this potion
Yet it struggles struggles raped by men
Still it watches, still it watches

Squirming and gleaming bubbles bursting
Breathing out their stench
Every noise is suffocated
Slowly very slowly creamy molasses sinking
Deepening the silence, deepening the silence

Stopping life in slowmotion movement ceases
Never to come back, never to come back
Still it watches powerless to clench onto life
Its breathing ceases completely
And the feather slowly drifting by

Raped by men
Still it watches, still it watches