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This song is by Circle Of Dead Children and appears on the album The Genocide Machine (2001).

Like the numb birds that failed to make their migration
Thin flesh, frozen yet dry, has sunken and painted itself to the filthy bones of its dead host
Dusted in snow kissed by fuel emissions and dog ejaculation
Soil fused to feathersSoil fused to the bodyLess than a statistic so are we