The Nascent Virion

Cover yourself with roses and carnations
Till you cannot breathe the light, moist in your valley by the throw
A vicious circle, mother's milk
And pretend it is mine

Living in your liquid body
Living in your liquid body
Living in your liquid body
Living in your liquid body

Meanwhile, with the greed
Of ravenous dogs
Microscopic, grotesque monsters
And colored vultures
To hover overhead
To hover overhead

And still, do you pretend 
It is not living in your liquid body 

Living in your liquid body
Living in your liquid body

Rapture, you claim, has driven you to suffer 
The consequences of passion

For what now?
Have you noticed
You are spiraling down
The whirlpool of your bliss
And still, you pretend
It is not living in your liquid body

Living in your liquid body
Living in your liquid body
Living in your liquid body

Your ego is in prism form
Like a thousand hundred others
From San Francisco to New York
From Africa to Brazil
This blessed feral quench
Is to kill, kill, kill

Living in your liquid body
Living in your liquid body
Living in your liquid body
Living in your liquid body