pillars of bog
pillars of bog upholding
the party is held
the party is held up by pillars of bog
fish carcasses
pillars of bog and fish carcasses
guts and bones
guts and bones party atop the pillars of bog
and cake and fish carcasses
storm came
storm came over came in
storm of wrecked bodies
borne on by their own cries
belted by great pillars of cake
until they rained down on the party
lusting for flesh and whipped cream
it is not over yet
fish spirits float in flutes like liquid pillars
the guts cut open to swallow them
to the music of flutes and bones
the host descends upon the party
ringed by pillars of cake and cream
the host anointed with fish blood
therell still be time for new gore
after flesh storm clears
after belts run slack
after bones are sunk into the bog
theres no need to cry
all flesh is a signal
quickend by fish and licked like whipped cream
there’s no need to cry
mute bones and mute flutes
all flesh is a signal
cut it open to mean
to rove and roam over the music of the storm
the music of the storm
it is not over yet
the party was held up
over the music of the bog
the flesh was held up
by belts and by spirits and by lust
the host was a whipping spirit
roving the bog of meat
raining cake on the wrecked bodies upholding the pillars
new gore is patient
it is not over yet
new music lusts for wrecked bodies
pillars of wrecked bodies holding up the party
holding up the cake
the signal of their cries, like flutes cut open and mute
their cries are caught in a sack like bones
the sack ascends the pillars
to the party to the host
it is not over yet
the ring is dipped in gore and held up
the host is patient
the host anoints the patient bound by whips and belts with cake and gore
the host opens the sack
bones and cries whip the ears of the party
the party whips and belts the patient
the patient is patient
the patient patiently plays the part before the party
all flesh is a signal
the party whips and belts the patient
the party plays the part
the flesh parted swallows the music of the cries
the music of the cries
it is not over yet
cream is whipped and mixed with gore
the whip plays the part
the whip plays the patient
bones and cries whip the ears of the party
the bones play the part
the cries play the part
guts and gore rain over the bog
it is not over yet
the party is held up
the cake is held up
the meat is held up
the guts are held up
the ring is held up
the bank is held up
the new spirit is patient
the signal is patient
the patient is held up
guts and gore rain over the bog
it is not over yet
all flesh is music
lets dance