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



Credits
Writer(s): Jaime Diaz Otero Nunez, Edgar Merigo Trens, Timoneda Judit Calero, Perez Alejandro Romero, Palomar Irene Tallo
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