We land in barren fields. On the Arizona plains. The insemination of little girls. In the middle of wet dreams. . We are the angel mutants. The streets for us seduction.
Did you know, I would come if you spoke my name. Did you lie, when you said you needed the cool. Of the night, to caress your deepest thoughts. I can hear, all the darkest things you think.
Blessed morning rays. Blessed ice. Kiss the hand that offers this. Kiss the hand that offers life. There's no one alone. Scream, "I'll always need you".
There's a baby. In a meat slicer. On the kitchen table, half done up. Quite low. Broken Madonna. Decaying, cracked. On my toilet cover. Oh oh oh oh!. There's a hungry duration.
Your pain is nothing dreamed. All pain is one. Your birth among the mind. It leaves such a lesion. . Do you really want love?. Do you really care?. You feel this hungry suffering.