The Family and the Fishing Net Primus

[Verse 1]
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are still upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin

[Verse 2]
Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night
The sponge is full, well out of sight
All around the conversations
Icing on the warm flesh cake

[Verse 3]
Light creeps through her secret tunnels
Sucked into the open spaces
Burning out in sudden flashes
Draining blood from well-fed faces

[Verse 4]
Desires form in subtle whispers
Flex the muscles in denial
Up and down its pristine cage
So the music, so the trial

[Chorus 1]
Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens
Dance in circles, they the blessed
Man and wife, undressed by all
Their grafted trunks in heat possessed