FLESH WORLD

An observation on thinking meat A bed of cushions turned to wire Stab wound embracing the blade Nerves singing in an alphabet of Pain My body Is a gun My mind Is the trigger This machine is yours To command A clay-grinding time machine A crushing rhythm to lead the blind Bruises drawn like galaxies The cistern breaks when the rivers overflow My body Is a gun My mind Is the trigger This machine is yours To command My body And the world was made flesh Like fire, gunpowder and honey And we beheld its truth Of light, violence and glory Legs open like the flowers of an orchid Pumping blood into a dead body Lay down everyone on this barren plain A diet to restrict your appetites Legs open like the flowers of an orchid Pumping blood into a dead body Lay down everyone on this barren plain A diet to restrict your appetites Dance on the eve of the flood Lust knows no fear of the morrow Dance on the eve of the flood Lust knows no fear of the morrow Dance on the eve of the flood Lust knows no fear of the morrow