The Wanderer
Kid A
"The Lumberjack"
warm, moist tongue of desire -- like an axe,
thru the forest it finds its way
valleys and hills are smooth and hot
awakening the drowsy floral
swirls of sun and rain
thickets are coloured with the darkness
open fields await with smoldering vaccuums
the paths around the creatures' nests,
hide the open graves of unsoiled virtue
and smell of its vitality
wipe the acid rain tears off the foliage,
dripping from the surface of delicately wrapped leaves and intersperced petals
dive into the maze of impure thoughts
and strip the bark to reveal the naked streets of green-eyed wilderness
the open mouth, the heart-severed, one
empty flesh in night's landscape
or fresh soil to tread and sow?
oh man, my tool is powerful!
one after another they fall -- my execution... my nature!
a horizontal death camp...
and I haven't even stepped foot in the forrest
warm, moist tongue of desire -- like an axe,
thru the forest it finds its way
valleys and hills are smooth and hot
awakening the drowsy floral
swirls of sun and rain
thickets are coloured with the darkness
open fields await with smoldering vaccuums
the paths around the creatures' nests,
hide the open graves of unsoiled virtue
and smell of its vitality
wipe the acid rain tears off the foliage,
dripping from the surface of delicately wrapped leaves and intersperced petals
dive into the maze of impure thoughts
and strip the bark to reveal the naked streets of green-eyed wilderness
the open mouth, the heart-severed, one
empty flesh in night's landscape
or fresh soil to tread and sow?
oh man, my tool is powerful!
one after another they fall -- my execution... my nature!
a horizontal death camp...
and I haven't even stepped foot in the forrest