Written, sung, and produced by me. Despite how the lyrics read and the production of the song, it's actually meant to be happy at least to me also a bit empowering. Containing metaphors and symbolism about martyrdom and sainthood, additionally elements of natural vs human process. Rest as practice for death Lauded by the vultures, gnawed by the wild It’s infested my blood, seasoned the earth At last my body is soft enough, light enough The wings that flocked my heart kaleidoscope through me The murder lifting Transformation surpassing the wishful death of ego Immortal hunger holds my soul by reigns Harping strings of my veins, bones snapping At every toll a whip strikes, a match of fire Too much passion Nothing is wasted, not all is lost Born lethal, made protection, saints waged Nothing is wasted, not all is lost Blessings and veneration bade Rest as practice for death Lauded by the vultures, gnawed by the wild It’s infested my blood, seasoned the earth At last my body is soft enough, light enough The wings that flocked my heart kaleidoscope through me The murder lifting off and I carry you with me Unsheathed, the smithed bones of mine to blade At every finger a flame , chalked up to the afterlife But this hunger is ceaseless, restless never dies Gleaming ribs of saber, sworn to fall by vows Transformation surpassing the wishful death of ego Immortal hunger holds my soul by reigns Harping strings of my veins, bones snapping Just out of frame of national geographic At every toll a whip strikes, a match of fire Too much passion Nothing is wasted, not all is lost Born lethal, made protection, saints waged Nothing is wasted, not all is lost Blessings and veneration bade Unsheathed, the smithed bones of mine to blade At every finger a flame, chalked up to the afterlife But this hunger is ceaseless, restless never dies Gleaming ribs of saber, sworn to fall by vowsmore