Flesh World Lyrics

AN OBSERVATION ON THINKING MEAT
A BED OF CUSHIONS TURNED TO WIRE
A 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

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