Flyblown Prince
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Album • 2021
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Album • 2021
Flyblown prince of spoiled flesh Tonight he is a red wrath A flurry of bolt cutters spit out the canvas Butcher Hydra Hivemind Omega Fleshbound buzzing rapture By the humming moss the haze is drawn in Here the waters recede Here the reeds bow Trail of scattered voices mouthed through grasses Beading the rind and tripping the barkland Just now he's a myth-maker Grey man, this one, with a skull hot-crushed with cannibals Sends images of dying girls Runaways runaways "Are you lost, Alice? Are you alone?" He can peel the fear off your skin and carve his real name on your bones He'll hold you and return to you before the purchase runs And plant you in the fucking earth with all the other ones Bleeder of cherry red blooms Bloater of grey and blue moons Oh bereaver, you should see her Beheld as one - a patchwork madonna All paper cuts and whipping knots Drawn apart, drawn apart "Am I sick, sister? Am I complete?" His eyeballs are a ladder down above a swinging street And, all around, the air has stuck and all the song departs He wraps a rolling hive around the lightly beating hearts Flyblown beast of carrion Flesh-wound vermian priest Delight in Disgust Revulsion in Lust By then he's a rumour, consuming, A white cloud of tumours in bloom in the husk Pupating in crust He's fawning, his fabrics are Fallen to dust Its peel is unwinding His core is a writhing assembly of Wormlike divinements and pus His mind is untimely A nova Of stings And of stomas delivered By hags in the crush Flyblown prince Buzzing rapture
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