Sorting Flies Video (MV)

Many tiny black shapes
Many tiny black shapes
Dancing back and forth across my line of sight
Many tiny voices
Many tiny voices
Buzzing noises trapped beind my eyes at night

They're drawn by the stink
It's an instinct for creative decay
They say I will not be a clean plate
Or wipe away the slate
Or wash my hands or wash my face
And as the carcass darkens
See new movement underneath that dead skin
As it peels away to release a new disease
A true original begins

I don't need a safety line
I need to fly away
I don't want to waste my time
Pulling wings off flying things

Germs need incubation
Germs need incubation
Worms feed on the flavours as they decompose
Maggots eat infection
Maggots eat infection
Holy shit runs in your veins my pretty rose

I don't need a safety line
I need to fly away
I don't want to waste my time
Pulling wings off flying things

Taking to the air
Filling mouths and eyes and ears
Sorting flies is self defeating
Blacken the skies
Blacken the skies

Blacken the skies my pretties

Many tiny black shapes
Many tiny black shapes
Dancing back and forth across my line of sight
Many tiny voices
Many tiny voices
Buzzing noises trapped beind my eyes at night

Pulling wings off flying things