What Beast Do I Share My Table With.

Come eat of my Heart, dine at my table of joy/What beast are you dressed as today,Share of my hopelessness as I dance on the grave of your soul-come feast at my creativity of death, WHAT BEAST DO I SHARE MY TABLE WITH? Grab the fruit from the dead weeds at your feet,drink from this cup you beast of proud/ tape this spilled oil around your eyes,and spit up the rotten smell from your soul, Let the tramps walk in front of monkeys who laugh at  that knife that has fallen from my knees/ give me your hand as I pull myself up from the smell of your disguise,WHAT BEAST DO I SHARE MY TABLE WITH?/ Reach into your month and bring out that serpent/ that drinks of your flesh/ I employ you to dine with roaches at my feet/ Put the bucket under your eyes, for your CHRIST passes judgment as he gets drunk from that bitter small of rotten sex. What beast do I share my table with.  Change your direction for you have lost that strength of coolness/WHAT BEAST DO I SHARE MY TABLE WITH? How high must I go to escape the walk of your breath/ Why do you dine at my table?