Ores

Birds can be heard pecking their way out of ribcages

This bone surround resounds, please give them a cuttlefish!

There's a lump inside my throat

There are worms inside my oesophagus

Who'll tear my interior? Who'll stab this area?

Who'll stab this area? Who will?

I'm not the captain, but if I was the captain

I'd fire on your ship to light torches in the ocean

Flickering like peregrine

It's perched in the vein like a tern or a doctor's spike

Digging in search of primitive life

To dry out slowly this strong muscle

The sound of an aviary's akin to a chamber

Sex makes idiots of us all!

I thought I could sense a mutiny

So I grabbed the nearest weapon

But this ancient-old pedigree

That cuts through the foam like a bow

Caught me by the wrist and said

You'd better count on something else than violence

Cause in it's turn it brings horrors

And down this tunnel the rowdy-mouth of a train's wheels

Is trying to fright blood from the heart in a marching band

Have heart in the marching band pose

Because the capriciousness of love presents itself as a clatter

And under the canopy cries hurt the middle of this forest