Painkiller The Pigeon - New Moon Pilgrims

No one has been here before

We're wandering now through the trees of flesh
Their limp arms wave us on with the rest
To the warm corridor of oranges and sweat
My fingers slide along an undersea vent

I can smell the taste that bubbles in her pulse
And I can hear it loud in the heartbeat lulls
There must be magnets, seal my skin to yours
'Cause every single moment drags me deeper into your pores
Trapped for gold on the ocean floor

New moon pilgrims
In the palm of your hand
My eyes are half moons
When you suck me through the sand
The hot night heaven
I've had all I can stand
When I hear you murmuring
"No one has been here before"

We're the tendrils now in the ventricle arch
That's supporting the beams in the church of hearts
And I feel the pull from the monocle glow
The hot center of heat in a rip of snow

I've got ideas that you're pointing me towards
The wormwood's drying as stiff as swords
There's a lush and a press and then a light from the globes
The new moon finger that presses on into the snow
Trapped for gold in your winter moan

We're new moon pilgrims
Cutting trails through the cold
Jungles in the thread
Of my quickening hold
You've had all you can swallow
My summer moans

Somewhere in a crater
Flowers ache to burst
There's pollen in my mouth
That's drowning out your thirst
There's signposts saying
That your flesh is a church
Then you hear me murmur that
No one has been there before

No one has been there

Written by:
Devon Bryant

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