Mere Sounds, Full of Leviathanism, Signifying Nothing

For one hundred thousand years You pecked at my liver And drank my tears Now there are two holes in my head One where knowledge gets in And one from which it is bled And I can't tell which one is which Maybe it's in my eye Or maybe it's in the very constitution Of this color changing Indra's net Still I can't tell which one is which Floral faces walk by With never ending grins Bid me farewell captain Going swimming again Cause how we dash to and fro Feeding and fucking around Like bunnies in heat What lifts you up It don't always set you down Want to live a quiet life In a quiet part of town Want to cross your legs and wait Until what's lost once more is found But the things that set you up They intend to shoot you down Still I can't tell which one is which Maybe it's my mind Or maybe it's at the very source of everything Like baffles in a flooded ditch Still I can't tell which one is which Who says we need a word for this Oral fond feeling Rival of the crucifix Dissatisfied with each infernal label Don't ever speak no word And you'll never know no evil There falls the light on your navel Illuminate the center And magnetize the needle The arctic explorer is lost in the frost Pray deliver him north Through the warmth of your ladle