The Offering Video (MV)

I left my mother when I was young
Joined the fold, now I'm coming undone
'Neatht the sky the offering was one
A little boy whose guts were unstrung

He lay 'neath the sun
I eat of his young lungs

Bashing beak to beak, the angles would numb
Clashing creak by creak, my own will succumb
I can't linger here my brother had won
Scratch marks mingle near my tired, fleshy tongue
Recollect what was left and drift towards the sun

Ya let me go home
Ya let me go home
Ya drift toward the sun
Ya drift toward the sun