Second track from the drone EP, French Diseases of the Soul.
Lyrics
Putting flesh to bad ideas. Mere attraction.
Flaunted wild with every severed why.
Lord and Lady of our sustenance,
Cowed and cowardly indecent.
Aztec moments, privy to this heart,
The wiles of the wind (so entrepreneurial).
Life is the flower, love is the honey. Empirical.
Pretense and craftsmanship, hereditary sin. The white syllabus.
Blame is a dictator's game,
My marvelous honey bride.
As brevity brews at length (measure for measure):
Dental calculus.