I wanna eat with my hands

Make camera nervous    for us      motherless  child     have  a hard time   roof   in a pile   on the concrete     spinning        ham      and    farms     her hands in a pillar   crown  his skull of songs   melting as rubber   into  wave  grease     we reach the phase    of this regime   we covet    black chant  cycle  mumbled into babylon sun      wicked  babylon    he's   gonna eat  with  its hands  ham  and   farms     become part animal   to  hunt the mule   in you and kill it , with its own hands   can  all hunger  amount  to  a loss of  self   in what it hungers  for    can  it electrify  that lie  forever