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