Meeting behind the iron sling    My brandy tongue was like a caterpillar thing    Suzy-hung up on Joan of Arc    Cloudily gave me the key to the dark    Scraping the lice from my bed    I sussed we were teleported into his head    A wormy blood train expected our feet    But I cradled Suzy's head in my lap    And fitted the stair to her gap    And led her off the Astral plane    Sculpting her features in flesh    Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene    And rose on the veiny snake train    And prayed to his bastille sky brain    The driver was a cancer growth cell    His words were just recorded tapes of Hell    He left us in the room of faded scrolls    In a window wall we saw a good thought chained    But knifed into a portion of his brain    Was a whitish through back to the green Amazon leach    It was interlocked between his angel eyes    Which were bleached transparent    And his marble lips were paralysed    We swum and ran knee deep in plasma    The cello stairs reduced in size    The sunken landscape eclipsing into    A pair of blue Tazmanian eyes    Scenescof then became a midget    Scratching at the bone in my knee    Then an eat without a body    Listening to my mental sea    Suzy sat behind some loose flesh    Her pirate thoughts were both young and old    Reduced to wearing blonde lot earings    She held me near she felt the cold    We ran just like young fauns    And me I fought a great worm    Sent to taste my jaguar feet    And used his skin to make my wings begin    I sussed and stole a scene from Icarus    And flew us above some uncooked meat    A plastic hook pierced through my Instep    I flew too near his Brutus heart    But Suzy hip to all the future    Played the Victorian heroin's part    With my basted leg and rusty head    And Suzy in a Hipolite dream    I brandished my breathing machette    While Scenescof prepared his Gorgon machine    It flew out from its eyelid island    It's Vulcan teeth and hydra spray    It's scale y tang claws ripping rainbows    It moved it's cave lips in worlds of movement    It makes a sound it seemed to say    Keep cool the satin sun is yours    I see your youthy aura's bright    Expell your tears and jungle fears    I'm here it's going to be alright    Then Scenescof screamed his charlatan hair    Quick silvered from black to grey    Then the Gorgon moved the lizard dial    And was transformed into Grecian dust    And from the sand was born a blacked horned storm    With a charger and a spear    As he moved his limbs    The legend shaft sliced Scenescof from ear to ear.