The Heart’s Conceit (Explicit)

Wings of blood on our filth-stricken bandages

The reconfigured skin and cartilage

The steel rods through violated flesh

The sacraments of torture and lividity

These are the gifts I've wrought of your piety

The iron furnace I built in your name

Now is the time to take what is owed me

Now is the dawn of the season of pain

I tear my insect-eaten veil

My faithful kneel in broken glass

They sing long after their throats are bleeding

I crown myself in scars

All is loss and rot around you

Such misplaced carotid tissue

Narcotic sex and sinew

Aortic incest -- the heart's conceit