Fields of Morphine Lyrics


The other day, I awoke in a pool of lamb vomit

Rich with organic minerals, and messy like a splotchy web of old milk

Something that looks as filling as before it came out

Something that's raw, but grapples freshness to my soul

The sights in the field are some of the best I'll ever see

Tell me the trees are beautiful with no speech impediment,

and I'll jam one of the ten in and out in bulimic fashion,

so I can add to this mess..