Catch me spending today inside
Studying for the afterlife
These are naked carolers to me
Because when I'm happy for no reason
I think about brain damage
My cellophane skin closing curtains again
Who first stretched guts to make melody?
I know Baphomet is conflicted
And I've heard what the fish think
Swimming down in the River Styx
As with every road leading to Rome
I imagine all water leads down
Every light bulb spawns tools of her own destruction
Broken down with the glass roses near the train rails
And my body beaten repeatedly
The best I can do is dream now
Casting a shadow longer than this house
A spinning blade that tells me how