From greying folds his carcass will rise
Into the broken morning, haloed with flies
His body will move through air and through smoke
Trailing in ash where once there was oak
Pornographer of the heart
Taxidermist of the mind
Itching with a nausea
For other people's lives
He will devise a portent system
Hidden away from us in swathes of pain
He watches Lovesick and eats up his porridge
Never sats on de plane
Pornographer of the heart
Taxidermist of the mind
Itching with a nausea
For other people's lives
He needs for nothing, or nothing that's known
To anyone who may come near
His shiftless body is aching with wonder
Wondering what it is doing here
Pornographer of the heart
Taxidermist of the mind
Itching with a nausea
For other people's lives
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Naevus - A Nausea Lyrics
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From greying folds his carcass will rise
Into the broken morning, haloed with flies
His body will move through air and through smoke
Trailing in ash where once there was oak
Pornographer of the heart
Taxidermist of the mind
Itching with a nausea
For other people's lives
He will devise a portent system
Hidden away from us in swathes of pain
He watches Lovesick and eats up his porridge
Never sats on de plane
Pornographer of the heart
Taxidermist of the mind
Itching with a nausea
For other people's lives
He needs for nothing, or nothing that's known
To anyone who may come near
His shiftless body is aching with wonder
Wondering what it is doing here
Pornographer of the heart
Taxidermist of the mind
Itching with a nausea
For other people's lives
Into the broken morning, haloed with flies
His body will move through air and through smoke
Trailing in ash where once there was oak
Pornographer of the heart
Taxidermist of the mind
Itching with a nausea
For other people's lives
He will devise a portent system
Hidden away from us in swathes of pain
He watches Lovesick and eats up his porridge
Never sats on de plane
Pornographer of the heart
Taxidermist of the mind
Itching with a nausea
For other people's lives
He needs for nothing, or nothing that's known
To anyone who may come near
His shiftless body is aching with wonder
Wondering what it is doing here
Pornographer of the heart
Taxidermist of the mind
Itching with a nausea
For other people's lives
Writer: Lloyd James
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