Come the Carnivore
Dave Brockie, Cory Smoot
Now the tomb is bare
Scraps of cloth and hair
And though his body burned
He returned
Who's knocking on my door?
Come the carnivore
Now he eats your skin
You can't win
Now you see my face (Now you see my face)
Agog at my grace (Agog at my grace)
I have never died
Be my bride
Join me now in death (Join me now in death)
While life you possess (While life you possess)
This, my gift to thee
Death, eternally