us in o belladonna nightfalls decent shrouds her intent in a halo of sharks and a skeleton mask o belladonna daylight devours your unguarded hours burnt and
Weaving in his basket chair 'twist you round a lock of hair made of straw -- the wicker man made of straw -- I'll blow your house down bishops falling
of fluid mercury baby piano cries under your heavy index and thumb pull some strings -- let them sing the stars that shine and the stars that shrink
misery like a trumpet groan, tornado moan the splendor splits like a golden skin he and the wizards cry like hummingbirds in treasure glows, your weeping wings and
insane theatre, once more we rise to drain the last of liquid sleep the gift of chance eating the worm ... as the v{por drops and dances and everything stops and
gaze into her face she'll come back and drown all refugees in the sea of running town a thousand curses full speed ahead laughter rebounds and strangles
floating in sky he gives birth to swimming horses take a ride on the tide with the assassin at your side the weightlessness under water -- forgets in slow motion and
Deep in the heart of a seething beast think of bright lights a splendid feast but something's missing she's feeling low something's missing she's going
a weekend fawn do you hunger for this sucking leaches feel the need sucking dry unsated stomach pops sharpened knives with flying sparks sagging bodies with stretch marks and