Let's sling our rain slicks over February's fantastic antlers
Sprouting from
Alice, where's your tongue?"
She said, "Look in the encyclopedia's ceaseless
The giant swan's got ghosts in his wings
His guts are
Those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn
Slinging blood soaked
Twilight's million battered lips sleep in a house of fractured
Oh, team machine!
I'm a pound of flesh in a drum
Here comes the man with concussions in his pocket
Here comes
We live in a glamorous mansion with napalm in the
Those chariots, racing your run, autographing flooded slums
Those chariots, the
Fire, fire, fire
Orange, yellow and black flesh trees bloom fire,
You're walking through the forests where they feed the trees
Brass boots, where has your gaunt gown gone?
Whose streets have
I've fallen face first into a painting of hallucinogenic sunset
Vital
We're the boys jailed in a horse's skull
Nailed our ears
This telepathic hangover
Gnaws the nipples off my neck
Well, when you