Monsters are stalking
With liquid depravity...
Seeping through cracks,
They are flashing their cavities...
Spitting out crumbs
As they numb me with pungent profanity...
Sing to me.
Sing of your cauldron of woe.
So explicit...
You lick, then you blow.
See a target...
So was it my body?
Or is it my mind?
A cackling crow
At a wake for a dead friend...
A loose end,
A U-bend,
A space to be filled.
For the silence is damning
And here in my seat...
With my fingertips dancing
I'm trying to sleep...
Through the bleeping,
The bleating of suffering sheep...
Tap a key.
Tell the world that the world loves a Cola.
A key.
Play a tune in a Singapore street...
And they pile into bus stops,
Swerve into ravines.
Call a doctor, I've split at the seams...
At the seams...
At the seams...
Call a doctor, I've split at the seams...
At the seams...
Do it now!