The more you take, the more you need
The more you suck, the more you bleed
The dead know better, so listen to the letter
The more you suck, the more you bleed
Echoes and specters and ghosts of none the wiser
Apparitions each of bad decisions brush on by
Envious in the ever after
Electric fuzzy haze of regrets and dreams denied
Paramount to pompous, disregard the cipher
Ignorant, the gluttons and the needy rush on by these
Messages from the ever after
Dead letter office, deliverance denied
The more you take, the more you need
The more you suck, the more you bleed
The dead know better, so listen to the letter
The more you suck, the more you bleed
Echoes and specters and ghosts of none the wiser
Apparitions each of bad decisions brush on by
Envious in the ever after
Electric fuzzy haze of regrets and dreams denied
The more you take, the more you need
The more you suck, the more you bleed
The dead know better, so listen to the letter
The more you suck, the more you bleed
I was traumatized by that movie as a child.
On one of the first dates my mom had with the man who would later become my step-father they put Watership Down on for me to watch (“Hey, it’s a cartoon about bunnies, this’ll be perfect!”) and then made out on the couch behind me. I couldn’t look away, no matter how horrible the images were, because I couldn’t bear to see what was going on behind me. Nor were the screams of the rabbits enough to drown out the sounds that came me from the couch.
I think that movie traumatized all of us as children. I would have nightmares about the suffocation scene over and over as a kid and my bio Mom would just tell me how stupid I was for being afraid of a cartoon.
However, I really love the movie now.