Plastic - CMR, YŪREI

On the mountaintop, the flowers sing in D minor and

With glassy eyes, they will expose their own weaknesses

In the candlelight, they seem to fade into the background yeah

And the hanged man laughs, insipid letters drip from the tongue

In the naked light, the sunbeams fleeing from the mouth of god

What a twisted sound, electric coughs and sempiternal howls

Upon the hollow ground, the evening shadows forming cursed shapes

I don’t seem to mind, the dagger floats in its abstraction yeah

Beneath the salt and fire, the prophet rises from the canyon’s maw

And the ashes fall, the lizards writhing in my stomach tonight

Still boredom calls, the plastic children in single file

My reflection walks, the mangled corpse that speaks in riddles