Current 93 - Poppyskins lyrics

Poppyskins In the kindness of the playground Aleph unveiled his claws As Pazuzu scrolled into town Murderer Murderer Murderer Small of Destroyer and fierce in his poverty My back is broken by his teeth On the mountain I as He rested The streams bite into the rocks Fissures gleaming with transparent blood Water mimicking the temple Teeth shuddering in the ghostlike face Of the faminedeliverer The locustbringer Adam The poppyskins were the clothes on the skin Raw as wind Pink like jets Red like the Bibles drifting in the streets Folded leather Sebek Root ⲥⲃⲕ All the cuneiform all the clay face The wedges stuck in my heart And spelled: "The Murderer is here Cain is here, and brings strange graves And pens with poison The lands he hands to sheep or goats Clustered on the rock bleating for gold And mammon" Cain is here His breasts torpid Beasts dissolving in the deserts Smog and promise and the icon Leaching wax or rubber Smiling wordlessly "Oh Aleph where are you And your whirling arms and the patience That took you a trillion years and spears and so Beak fear and harbour and trains"