The Family And The Fishing Net - Primus

Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams

Her honey belly pulls the seams

Curves are still upon the hinge

Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin

Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night

The sponge is full, well out of sight

All around the conversations

Icing on the warm flesh cake

Light creeps through her secret tunnels

Sucked into the open spaces

Burning out in sudden flashes

Draining blood from the well-fed faces

All of my, my, you’re my inner

You’re my, my, you’re my ever

Desires form in subtle whispers

Flex the muscles in denial

Up and down its pristine cage

So the music, so the trial

Vows of sacrifice (Vows of sacrifice), headless chickens (Headless chickens)

Dance in circles (Dance in circles), they are blessed

Man and wife, undressed by all

Their grafted trunks in heat possessed

Even as the soft skins tingle

They mingle with the homeless mother

Who loves the day but lives another

That once was hers

The worried father, long lost lover

Brushes ashes with his broom

Rehearses jokes to fly and hover

Bursting over the bride and groom

And the talk goes on Memories crash on tireless waves

The lifeguards whom the winter saves

Memories crash on tireless waves

The lifeguards whom the winter saves

Silence falls, the guillotine

All the doors are shut

Nervous hands grip tight the knife

In the darkness, 'till the cake is cut

And passed around (Passed around), in little pieces (In little pieces)

(The body, the body) The body and the flesh

The family (The family) and the fishing-net (And the fishing-net)

Another (Another), another in the mesh

The body and the flesh and the flesh