I was born in the triangular skull
They cracked my crust
Pulled me into the dust
I was raised under the apricot tree
Orange pupils hanging over, watching me
I was conceived on the hissing cot
It pocked my body with navel knots
I was laid down in a bed of barbed wire
Orange and yellow roses from the Black Cactus Choir
The Black Cactus Choir was born in the fire
Like an angels cross eye tatooed to the sky
Now Im on the run from the sores opening
Underneath the ground. I was born in the
Triangular skull
You know Im watching you, you know Im watching you