Meat

There's this guy in a hole and his arms are unjointed and he sways
 There's a gap where his eyes used to start, disappointed, at the days
 We don't have much time to
 Say all the things we need to say
 But still we pay mind to
 The flesh that's destined for the clay
 There's a book that I read made of muscle and sinew from my side
 Though the writing is poor I'm compelled to continue where I lied
 We don't have much time to
 Say all the things we need to say
 But still we pay mind to
 The flesh that's destined for the clay
 There's a song in my mouth struggling hard to escape me while it may
 But it's viscous and raw, too naive and unshapely to betray
 We don't have much time to
 Say all the things we need to say
 But still we pay mind to
 The flesh that's destined for the clay
 And we don't want to waste our time
 In case we've passed our peak and prime
 And now must fall into decay
 So close your eyes and close your mind
 Pretend with me that we have climbed
 Out of the shadow of the grave
 There's a bone in my hand freshly wrenched from the manhole at my feet
 And it writes from the book dripping words I untangle from the meat
 We don't have much time to
 Say all the things we need to say
 But still we pay mind to
 The flesh that's destined for the clay
 And we don't want to waste our time
 In case we've passed our peak and prime
 And now must fall into decay
 So close your eyes and close your mind
 Pretend with me that we have climbed
 Out of the shadow of the grave