Meccamputechture

Amputechture came Philistine praise Bottomless pit of empty names Incarcerated habits Tore from the palms Severing the breast Nursing all the young They needed those locks Of dirty red hair A necklace of follicles with sabertooth monocles They want a bouquet of black rose gems Castrating kisses Stalactite stems They went and built a capsule in the cyanide pond Where the holiest of water would have you to drown Tomorrow we forget Because now has never left You gotta find my body In the Mechacontext You give me a corpse You live in it now You stir from a camp Nourishment plows