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