i know i know i know it’s over    upon the platform inside the slaughter house    just a slip away from murder    ooooooooooover    in the night a mystery should unfold    where i wish for waking up unaware    but it’s not unclear at all    underlined in red on your jacket sleeve    were the curse blank as a toothache    but it’s not unclear at all       I KNOW!       i know i know i know it’s over    your final descent ick ick ick ick ick    mixing pills and gas with incest    on the plane ooooover    folded up the last year of your life    every play you tried to write in school    venice is the right place to kill yourself    like a cricket blob in the cactus club    pass away and chirping in my ear