Lungfish - The Words lyrics

A gown conceals a fist at rest The fist emits a straight soundbeam The beam supports a dome of flesh The flesh is a flag trampled and worn The flag suffers an emblem of waste The emblem embroidered by embryo fins The fins of the king wound in gauze The king is a costume worn by the queen The queen is a room without ceiling or floor The room is Infested with microphones The microphones wilt in a silent wave A wave of bliss driven by fear The fear is the hair on the skin of the soul The soul is a portion of wandering time The time espies a dormant gland The inert gland welcomes extinction The extinct the elect the chosen the true The truth regarding this sequence of words The wards the words the words the words The word is a gavel prowling the sea The sea greets the sewer with a perfect kiss The kiss embalmed for state display The state as defined by broken minds The mind a concentric mirror maze The mirror swirling begins to drain A drain s**ing at its own remains There remains an echo migrating through space The echo draped in a bridal gown The gown reveals a fist of vapor The vapor fractures into alphabets The alphabets align to form the words The words the words the words the words