Marching Church - Every Child (Portrait of Wellman Braud) Lyrics

An avid uncastrated boar
Heart slamming from side to side like a wild bell clapper
Desire spilt on the floor
Apathetic lust sheltered from all vivid encounter
Hoisting...
Warm and wet
Blood rush to my head

I hear laughter resonate through the lean wall
And it's physically hurting me
Transcending...
Warm and wet
Blood rush to my head

Warm and wet blood rush to my head
Pity or awe, it makes no difference now
Warm and wet blood rush to my head
Pity or awe, it makes no difference now
Every child...

Every child throws a shadow in the world
No heart can learn what it has no shape to hold
Elevating...
Warm and wet blood rush to my head