Lungfish - Metatron lyrics

The navel sprouts a ladder beam A column of ash and a piller of dust The pelvis awaits the sinking skull Descending in degrees of lust What believers believe and seers have seen In their hearts and brains and livers and spleens From leaf to branch to bow to trunk A cycle of filth burning clean The iris sprouts an open gate A point of exit and entering Where crossroads cross and continue along The planet's curve and the planet's swing What thinkers have thought and knowers have known In their nerves and veins and hairs and bone A tomb of encyclopedias The moon relays what the sun has shone The urethra sprouts a mirrored Bell That rings and reflects simultaneously Hovering like a dragonfly Above the levitating trees What the doomsdayers and the naysayers say In their guts and thighs and vertebrae From stone to soil to root to trunk The miracle of mutation