They Are the Meat
I was lifted up high
To a hole in the sky
Where God told me to dig
I found figures of pigs
He put his butchers to work
With a competent clerk
Executing those who
Had abandoned the truth
Then four faces appeared
Around the sides of sphere
Spinning over a throne
Made of amber and bone
The ball was covered with eyes
And as it started to rise
God commanded the clerk
To take me back to the dirt
With words harder than stone
His voice followed me home
It said He was coming to eat
My cousins who were his meat
Eles São a Carne
Eu fui elevado bem alto
Para um buraco no céu
Onde Deus me mandou cavar
Eu encontrei figuras de porcos
Ele pôs seus açougueiros pra trabalhar
Com um funcionário competente
Executando aqueles que
Tinham abandonado a verdade
Então quatro faces apareceram
Ao redor da esfera
Girando sobre um trono
Feito de âmbar e osso
A bola estava coberta de olhos
E quando começou a subir
Deus ordenou ao funcionário
Que me levasse de volta à terra
Com palavras mais duras que pedra
Sua voz me seguiu pra casa
Dizia que Ele estava vindo pra comer
Meus primos que eram sua carne