- Votes:
- Composers:
- James Matthew Davis
- John David Giddens
- Michael Ernest Jensen
- Joshua Stephen Porter
- Patrick Porter
 
- Tags:
- heard live
- instrumental
 
- See also:
Showbread - The Death lyrics
When I was a baby I could close the world
 Up in fleshy pink mitts
 Now the world flays the infant palms
 And the bones drip out in its spit
 When I was small I reached up so high
 And grasped at the morning star
 Now the wormwood topples down on me
 And smashes all my parts
 When I was a child my bones spread out
 Like peacock feathers alive
 Now the feathers wilt like cancerous boils
 Leaving sagging pores in my hide
 Showbread - The Death - http://motolyrics.com/showbread/the-death-lyrics.html
 When I was of age I saw a gate so wide
 And a path so broad for the taking
 But the road to everything led to a cliff
 Where I sprawled out naked and aching
 Now that I'm old I see the light
 And I see it was never there
 Everything leads to nothing
 Nowhere and I don't even care
 I don't even care
 I don't even care
 I don't even care
 I don't















