The Speed of Sound in Seawater - Romanticore Lyrics

I liked you better when you fit in my pocket
Trembling so slightly I could fail to even spot it
Bite sized, still you had teeth enough to rend
The bites got bigger the more mouthfuls we tried to prevent

Didn't even have to look you in the eye
God, they were awful eyefuls to behold
To be sure, they were not pure, those fetid springs we tried to cure
Still we rolled up our sleeves and went down with our sieves to the cay

The vacant gut
The manticore
I could only guess
The beast hungered for something more

Those yawning jaws
My dental awe
Three rows of incisors
And not a single flaw

Didn't even have to look you in the eye
God, they were awful eyefuls to behold
They were rotten to the core, those loathsome fruit our orchard bore
Still at the first sign of drop we went out to the crop with our gloves

Don't tell me 'bout all the flesh you've torn through
All the harems that you secretly are sworn to
Out comes the confession, now where's the mystery?
Your history only serves to repulse me
Oh winged one
I'll sleep while you eat
Just wake me up when you are done

Take to the air
If you must return for more
I swear I will not care