i fell apart. wind took my itty bitty pieces
scatterbrain illustrations awash in seesaw mud
the violence in her is oh so good by golly
the caves we dwell in all have passe colour schemes
tiny rivets worn and driven into her crown
set your sights on monte cristo motherfuckers
there's people underneath your bloodstained staircase
watch where you step 'cause it's a long way down
we fell apart and fucked our alphabet thoroughbred
rising up in waves. feeling pulled apart. at their mercy
the sung hymns wail with the underground sky train
its heavens pour upon us. relentless. cast iron voice
in mechanical transactions. your tiny hands can't hold it all in
for fear of communist jibber jabber soggy hoboken hogwash
we're wearing sybols of the walking suns
bent augmented decor with dropping eyelids
magnetic orgasms achieved in abandoned but fully operational lighthouses
the violence in her is oh so good by golly
giving up. under canopies. dark with fraying canvas
another lover is beheaded. so. be. it
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