Ores

Birds can be heard pecking their way out of ribcages
This bone surround resounds, please give them a cuttlefish!
There's a lump inside my throat
There are worms inside my oesophagus
Who'll tear my interior? Who'll stab this area?
Who'll stab this area? Who will?

I'm not the captain, but if I was the captain
I'd fire on your ship to light torches in the ocean
Flickering like peregrine
It's perched in the vein like a tern or a doctor's spike
Digging in search of primitive life
To dry out slowly this strong muscle
The sound of an aviary's akin to a chamber

Sex makes idiots of us all!

I thought I could sense a mutiny
So I grabbed the nearest weapon
But this ancient-old pedigree
That cuts through the foam like a bow
Caught me by the wrist and said
You'd better count on something else than violence
Cause in it's turn it brings horrors
And down this tunnel the rowdy-mouth of a train's wheels
Is trying to fright blood from the heart in a marching band
Have heart in the marching band pose
Because the capriciousness of love presents itself as a clatter
And under the canopy cries hurt the middle of this forest