Desire to cry, Consciously dying,
Surrounded by amputee Christians
To me this white room looks scarlet red
and I know that there's a fire within me
that no mortal can cure
Flowered in sores the swollen flesh
burned to the core, I'm praying for death
Feathered with lice, I claw at my skin
Fluttering eyes I'm contorted by sin
I desire to kiss, hear the saliva hiss
in the curled lips of the orphan adolescent
but the two large twin sisters are rushing the room
simultaneously speaking Let me be your pallbearer
Flowered in sores the swollen flesh
burned to the core, I'm praying for death
Feathered with lice, I claw at my skin
Fluttering eyes I'm contorted by sin.
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
Prana Crafter’s “Bodhi Cheetah’s Choice” is an album of mystic, drifting guitar work alternately haunting and searing. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2018