The mansion my hunger outgrew  (Patreon)

I’ve been growing wings in secret at the bottom of the sea

Breathing underwater in a language that I do not speak

Playin the games of powers to whom I owe a debt 

Learnin the names of flowers that haven’t opened yet

 I could feed off the faith of the many 

If I felt any 

My heart is never not in my throat or my feet

The only formula that I’ve been able to repeat 

Hidden in the folds of my libidinous skin suit

Is the mansion my hunger outgrew 

Follow me to the cracks in the walls

The door is open to all 

We will two-step our way to the top 

I could feed off the faith of the many

If I felt any 

It would seem the algorithm hath abandoned me

Oh well 

I guess now you could call me free