From greying folds his carcass will rise Into the broken morning, haloed with flies His body will move through air and through smoke Trailing in ash where once there was oak
Pornographer of the heart Taxidermist of the mind Itching with a nausea For other people's lives
He will devise a portent system Hidden away from us in swathes of pain He watches Lovesick and eats up his porridge Never sats on de plane
Pornographer of the heart Taxidermist of the mind Itching with a nausea For other people's lives
Pornographer of the heart Taxidermist of the mind Itching with a nausea For other people's lives
He needs for nothing, or nothing that's known To anyone who may come near His shiftless body is aching with wonder Wondering what it is doing here
Pornographer of the heart Taxidermist of the mind Itching with a nausea For other people's lives