King of Ghosts

The gates have been broken we're off for the feast
Lend me your hand and we'll lift up this beast
Light up your lantern the hour is late
What's in his belly will be on our plate

Voices fill those who need to be fed
Stare at the king with a fistful of bread
What's in the stomach has burst into flame:
Our throats have learned that nothing has changed

Our mouths have shrunken and shriveled in size
Stretched by consumption when we were alive
This passion and trust - not easily earned
We'll take you with us, when we return

The gates have been broken we're off for the feast
Lend me your hand and we'll lift up this beast
Light up your lantern the hour is late
What's in his belly will be on our plate

Voices fill those who need to be fed
Stare at the king with a fistful of bread
What's in the stomach has burst into flame:
Our throats have learned that nothing has changed

Our mouths have shrunken and shriveled in size
Stretched by consumption when we were alive
This passion and trust - not easily earned
We'll take you with us, when we return

This racket and ruckus, I've seen it before
Inflicting persuasion you can not ignore
'Cause nothing can fill what's empty inside
Slamming the gates - forever denied