it was an inner vision   i saw a row of vixens   i was missionless   haunting mansion's corridors   for little reason   i saw them freezing   i saw them freezing   my women vision   they took up space   they looked as sculpted prisms   was then i kissed them   i felt my heart was missing   beatless, i climbed the stairs   i found a child there   she bathed my bleeding beating   my chest, a fountain streaming   i fought with perspiration   i felt the ground below me breaking   i fell some hundred feet the sculptures i saw fell with me   i then fell back to sleep   i then fell back to sleep   the ice it came to melting   the women buried me      'neath the black dirt   her hiked up skirt   my heart beat-beating 'neath the shirt   my heart beating to stay sane   her skin it changed and it changed   her skin it changed and it changed   her skin it changed and changed