Rhythmic Blood

In this rhythmic blood Our master is the novice Our cynics the obvious blind pioneers No owls in the prison The shunned holy vision I shed from perception in patterns of tears The eminent pleasure in every cadaver Is twin with the soul and alive in the skin Adrift from the barrel, our faculties narrow A memory of closure that never have been Yeah Open the vessel That side of the mask, your membranes that swell In the battles of ill Dance to the tune of the atoms' parading For now is the instant or it never will In this rhythmic blood Our master is the novice Our cynics the obvious blind pioneers No owls in the prison The shunned holy vision I shed from perception in patterns of tears Identical form in the swing of the scale Have our fleshes in limbs and our hazardous health The spiritual poverty threatens our effigy Let us bleed to the rhythm of penniless wealth Yeah Miniature burrows Eternally clean Through the birth, through the body The milk and the mind The match we contained And it's slipping machines Afloat in a star of the rhythms of blood In this rhythmic blood Our master is the novice Our cynics the obvious blind pioneers No owls in the prison The shunned holy visions I shed from perception in patterns of tears