Queen of the Food-Chain The Ocean Collective

You sure know the rules
To turn all the heads to your menu
For this is all you show
For all this all you have to offer
As she grows old and pale
This color was never your own
Since you bought the security of control
With ten feet of soil on your chest
To choke any whiff of animation
Bury all risks forever
Walk on the blood red sands
Soaked with the grief
Of coveting docile hands
Cursed by your own rocks
And this is what you draw upon
Feast on the purity
Of decaying organic matter
No need to cut off her wings
Your words lay
Like stones in her stomach
She takes everything
She's the queen of the food-chain
The last one to starve
The first one to bleed into oblivion