What do you feed the wind?
I told her she looked lovely
Her ribs plastered on the outside of her body
Mother was the wind, complete perfection
Only one flaw
So tiny, So small
That was the problem
So tiny, so small

What do you feed the wind?
You fit through the holes of my fingertips
Yours were painted red, falling like your perception on digestion
I placed your cain into your wind
And we stumbled off, your beauty within
I wish you were to eat today
But there are always other days
Unless I take the easy way out, dismay

What do you feed the wind?
Father, stop calling
I know it's time to eat
I'm trying to feed the wind
I only pray it doesn't **** me in
Mother, what will satisfy your needs?
What else is there to feed the wind
Other than loneliness, your selfish binge