Kneeling afore
while bending over ha**ock
Hem sweeps the floor
fiddling in his ca**ock
Cloven-tongued b**hes writhing in the halls
as images of fists break through and pull him through the walls
Carrying him aloft he floats atop a sea of arms
that wave and break and finally, succumbing to their charms,
distribute him piecemeal upon the fatal rock
where the trenches flow with blood and the thirsty dead now flock
Circe's pigs are slaughtered for the cannibal's feast
Mercy be my guide, I know not which is man or beast
Calling for more
time feeds upon his reverie
Birthing a spore
thoughts fight to dissever he
First you crawl
Then you stand up
Next you fall
First you crawl
Then you stand up
Next you fall...
Falling down stairs in his sleep
Legs jerk and scramble to keep
some semblance of which end is up
Arm flails, knock over the cup
Crying aloud in the night
Trying to abate his fright
Whimpers and drools, pillows wet
Swimming in pools of his sweat
Slithering along on the floor
Dithering the lock at the door
Praying that they will keep out
Staring awake with a shout
Climbing out from the bed sheet
Beating a hasty retreat
Hiding himself in the hole
Losing all his self-control
Are they calling........... Avé
Are they falling............ Avé
One fast part we're making over now
One last heart we're breaking over thou
Call the climb the falling upwards... how?
All the time, the calling obscured
Ah
Kneeling afore
while bending over ha**ock
Hem sweeps the floor
fiddling in his ca**ock
Distribute us piecemeal upon the fatal rock
where the trenches flow with blood and the thirsty dead now flock
Circe's pigs are slaughtered for the cannibal's feast
Mercy be my guide, I know not which is man or beast