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Morrow - Totemic lyrics

Artist: Morrow

album: The Quiet Earth


Troublesome sore
Our thorn jag hangs from glacial wall
Ever begging the skies to heed us
The spraining ice is sneering
Sinewy fingers bear
Sigils in consequential air
Sawtooth receipts of black arpeggios
Niggling tones of fickle whim
Hissing oesophagus imparts
The mannerisms of the departed!
The bone is shaped into a blade
To cut!
Let blood the integral spur
And honed!
To pluck the morsels offered us
With glee!
In quick succession, gobble up
Consumed!
It hears all, our gracious grin
Our lord!
Exhaustive winds our emissary
Her saints!
Ricochet their expletives
And curses!
Their pardons, tells and memories
We've courted!
We have caught wind of voices
Vile and insidious,
Deeds beyond our ken
Deeds that bite and scissor
Promises and covenants of teeth
And terrible certainties
Of malcontent and suppering wounds
And portent drawn from chests
To engorge and satisfy and sate
The most devious of tyrannies
Depraved!
For we can only see,
And listen!
But we are not quite spent
Not yet!
Our fleshy ears have their limits;
A bane!
The displaced soil of seedling breaches
New growth!
Of spawning fish in river swell and churn
We need not these senses where we're seeking
Now we perilously listen
For sympathetic poltergeist
To receive ephemeral notes
And disembodied voices
Yet we see, in the gloom and memory
Given form and function,
An agonised expression in the dark
A place, a figure, given our form
Sacrament entities,
Coddled insanities
Assemblage of god-flesh
Possessed infatuations
Particulate growths
In vitro deities
In the bosom of wood
Crawl with a delicate
Strength to bear witness with
All who have come
To fight off the end
And with sapient ambition
Holds taught the silk
Sequential spinnerets of
Legion dainty arachnids
Chitinous armies march
A chthonic algebra
Stalking the prey
Of weakling thoughts
Whose raking limbs clatter over
Our fleshy hippocampus
Tweak and tune our naive-grasp
With images of prominence
Despite times maddened errant threads
That snap in twain, and snag and strain
Wombs have housed our prescient skin
A navel cord adamantine
This spirit mouths uncertain words
The lick and cluck of archaic tongue
Whose smite was honed to a keen blade
And cut the earth from stem to stern
Dig a little; turn a stone
The humus hides unmarked tombs
With little effort one might exhume
Carcasses of the never living
Never breathing
Essence of enduring creeds
Elegant fetishes made
In the likeness of us
That lie unsullied
By the march of worms
Sternums braced with ribs of iron
Eyes of quartz, teeth cut from diamond
It walks the fathomless
Held in perpetuity
Our omen man,
Our fleshless effigy
We forge from bone and broth of wax
A talisman of its likeness
This shall serve as conduit
For the coming proclamation
Drifted blood, a stray daughter
It seeks comfort and safe harbour
Yet has had its heart cut away
But its voice is not alone
Cautioned verses through rhizomes
Another screams the rending split
Bellows hung on tenterhooks
The crack and pull of ligament
Rupturing appendices
Pining itch, empty bellies
Yearning only for what is not theirs.
Malnourished of any sense
Yearning only for what is not theirs
Thrown compassion to the winds
Yearning only for what's not theirs
As if they ever had any of it
Look upon and bear witness!
Don't shield your sight from this sickness
Sour garrisons, battalion fiends!
Rear up on slender necks
Gleeful blood delirium,
A heart and head starved
A caustic rhythm spat and seared
Drum on bold oblivion!
The ramparts move with bullish heave, Heave!
Crippled backs nourished with zeal;Greed!
Of the lurid Carrion men; A need
Atop their hideous caravans, proceed!
Cynical, shed cataracts from within,
Sun beat eyes let a light in,
If our cunning is in our stare,
Then with courage, lay it bare
Declare!
Cycles allowed to breathe, exhale!
With same knife let them bleed, let it bleed!
Veins drain and sever songs
One of living but never learned
Yearn only for what is already ours
We must, we must try, or lose all!
Yearn in the promise of their retreat
Of their demise
Yearn only for what is already ours
Yearn in the promise of their retreat
Of their demise!

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