| Amputechture came
|
| Philistine praise
|
| Bottomless pit of empty names
|
| Incarcerated habits pour from the palms
|
| Severing the breast
|
| Nursing all the young
|
| They needed those locks
|
| Of dirty red hair
|
| A necklace of follicles with sabertooth monocles
|
| They want a bouquet of black rose gems
|
| Castrating kisses stalactite stems
|
| They went and built a capsule in the cyanide pond
|
| Where the holiest of water would have you to drown
|
| Tomorrow we forget
|
| 'cause now has never left
|
| You gotta find my body
|
| In the mechacontext
|
| You give me a corpse
|
| You live in it now
|
| You stir from a camp nourishment plows
|
| Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
|
| It’s the evidence of humans as ornaments
|
| Humans as ornaments
|
| Humans as ornaments
|
| Humans as ornaments
|
| Everyone stabs all the time
|
| Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
|
| Everybody has chosen to help
|
| The shovels that bury me
|
| This dirt
|
| Is turning Christ to make repent again
|
| So I’ve heard
|
| They’re cutting all the youngest ones
|
| Said this dirt
|
| Is turning Christ to make repent his lust
|
| So I’ve heard
|
| That the puppet tugs its pull
|
| Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
|
| It’s the evidence of humans as ornaments
|
| Humans as ornaments
|
| Humans as ornaments
|
| Humans as ornaments
|
| Everyone stabs all the time
|
| Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
|
| Everybody has chosen to help
|
| The shovels that bury me
|
| Nova meat
|
| The prude slit whisper of bovine heaps
|
| Strapped to unearth of mantis flowers
|
| Prune fingers who tug in a zealot’s shroud
|
| I will scald supreme truth
|
| As it touches this house
|
| I will scald supreme truth
|
| Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
|
| It’s the evidence of humans as ornaments
|
| Humans as ornaments
|
| Humans as ornaments
|
| Humans as ornaments
|
| Scald supreme truth as it touches this house
|
| Scald supreme truth as it touches this house
|
| Everyone stabs all the time
|
| Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
|
| Everybody has chosen to help
|
| The shovels that bury me
|
| Everyone stabs all the time
|
| Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
|
| Everybody has chosen to help
|
| The shovels that bury me
|
| It lacks a human pulse |