Antichrist and barcodes   In the air that we breathe   With a little black box I hide in the sky   In the water that trickles in our mouths      In the codes that flicker are lives   On and off   Does the carton nights   Starts to swallow and shiver   And to freeze      The fish belly up   The unborn served up   Obeying the planets   No insense is strong enough   To make this life complete      Alpha and omega   The great in the small   The butterflies flutter by   The foxes stop running      The moon   As sharp as a sickle   And as bright as a pin   Breathed its heavy sick breath   As we fitfully slept   And heavily dreamed      To awake   Back into endings   And quietly wait   For the trains to stop chugging   And the clocks to implode      His name is under our skin   And so by the hair   Of my chinny chin chin   By hook or by crook   Our necks are in the news