Beautiful disease   Trying to stop those fleas    Resist complacences    For what you seize    Sinister laughing in back corners of my mind    Provides my sustinence    A no handed attempt    A rude man at the front    The right bowed to but dead    Accomplished undertone    Shoveling to the def    Out of your other lips    But making me happy    Three in the front room    Are fucking on top of my bed    Uplifting opening    Old scars thought of as healed    Say your prayers for your hate    A nympho to yourself    And now my face it breathes my lies    And my lies, they make me drown