The Sound Of Animals Fighting — I, The Swan lyrics

Lyrics

I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. Perched
Canvas draped, paint peeled
Balance of something puddles and you take the pictures
Hurl stones around breaths
There will be shadows and holes
I, the Swan am beautiful and exist in space between being and idea
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. Perched
Neck stiff, a stone-ed image of different male
Words will work swollen kindered knees to the floor
Canvas draped, paint peeled
Gallons of something puddles and you take the pictures
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic
Canvas draped, can I feel?
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic
Canvas draped, can I feel?
He picked up a large white vase and pitched it
Sharp porcelain lined the shapless pool of liquid formed by its contents
Of the man that pulled at my feathers
The artist, the true manifestation of struggle
The shattered porcelain greeted back with fresh wounds
Memories. two beasts, naked
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic
Canvas draped, can I feel?