My words are carnal, they've got elbows lips They groved by the skin Blood flow through them, spittle are dripping through them Glands are growling in them cold air is hissing in the lugs of my words they've got liver, kidney about spine is beating Hairy muscle, black heart of words My words are carnal their skin is peeling Kidneys are blocking Gums are rotting to them Heart is pumping sand in the dry weins of words Hair is getting off The tongue is breaking down Glands producing white sweet mould Cancer is storing black eggs in the spine of flesh Nerves are rotting separetly pituary gland separetly Liver of words is refusing Obedience to words Heart is cracking to them And from the open laryx Flowing foamy stream Spittle Blood and phlegm
