Wandering stars
Like a shattered glass bauble
Broken like a promise
Or... actually, did I break it?

Did I say I'd stop forever?

Those glass shards are still falling
There's still time to catch them
To pick them up and put them back together again
To breathe new life into an idea that was once thought to be dead

While it may never be the same as it was before
Its new form has the potential to be even better than the last

It just depends on how you actually look at it.

I'm gonna wave my freak flag high
Right until the day I die
I'll be dancing in the nursing home
Probably clothed
And likely alone
But I'll be keeping to my groove
And get those old geezers to move

What do you want from me, "just one more bite"?
Hurry it up then, I don't have all night.
Go on, sink your teeth in, you know that it's sweet.
After all, my dear lion, what else have you to eat?

Does my tender flesh no longer beckon your senses?
Have you given up instinct? Surely not, you're relentless.
You're worthless without me. Don't give in to lust.
You are what you eat, and I'm all you can trust.

Crawl inside me just one last time.
Fluoroscopic xylophone.
Give it to me, redefine it.
Scratching at my collarbone.

Edible yet undigested.
Fingers never miss a beat.
Rocket-powered genitalia.
Punching through the blazing heat.

Tie it to another concept.
Mental imperialism.
Work it to a new horizon.
Overwhelm the cataclysm.

Take it to the edge and let go.
Supersonic microphone.
Feel it up and down and touch me.
Hold me by my collarbone.