Would that you could touch this angel in a clutch of snakes.    Oh pretty, pretty, I'm aflame.    So excited, so unslept.    Somewhat littered, so unswept.    You have to sleep before you wake.    I am spilled and poured.    I am peeled and cored.    I am hanging from the floor.    Flicker like a freak through a sleepless week    In a black cell of forever.    There's a point to this.    A point I think I often miss.    Oh clever, clever, where's your heart?    You can turn a phrase until it reads a million ways.    It makes no sense but it's as good as it is sad.    I am sad, elated.    I am segregated.    There's this stitching and it's itching.    All my friends are dead.    Asleep in distant beds.    At least these enemies stay close.    Take me to the pretty ones.    I want to be a pretty one.    Sign me to a nice girl so she can ruin me eternally.    They offered me a million bucks.    All I want's a steady fuck.    Oh steady, steady, where are you?    Channer surf a sea of static,    See the prize but you can't have it.    There's something thankless in a wish fulfilled.    I am thrilled and bored.    I am unskilled, adored.    All of both and none of one.    I would kill for more.    I haven't killed before.    I could set this heart on stun.    Take me to the pretty ones.    I want to be original.    Sign me to a nice girl so I can sing her something meaningful.    In my perfect world I'd be signed to a nice girl.    It would cost one million kisses.