Flocks And Swarms Pt. 2 Lyrics

Grapes and glands swollen on antlered necks, even amongst the swelter, the birds have fallen pip. the psaltries sing alone. gut strings and teeth pulled, talons and fists fettered for the betterment of development, preening feathers our demise altogether the flower that wilts with the bee. Flocks and swarms fly on together with all of the pollen and crumbs of what has fallen to the nape of a fruit bearing tree