City Of Dust lyrics

Neither twine nor rope nor Holy Ghost Could bind this man to the mortal coil Yet with mirth and dust and processed meats A feast lay there before him "This is evangelical", he said He gandered to the right and to the left Tactile affirmations and obsessive observations And need i even mention such impressive desecrations I am the city of dust I am the cold dark place I am the half dead flesh that needs no sleep The pregnant pause The sound unsung The gut cut up The gut cut up in real time So, you will be mine