The rapture is in the sink
And the war on terror just started in my knees
The night is gluttonous
It turns here inside out
Wood and brick this house is a chew toy
I’ve lost it in the corners now
The moon is almost finished now
What’s that? Even the house hiccups
I’m making chemo patients jealous with the hair that I’ve
Pulled out
You’re dope I’m a fiend I just want to get strung out
My heart can be callous but my mind is obscene
And if you know what I mean
I’ll make you half and half
The night I’ve been getting drunk
Drunk on all this noise I’m not hearing
I just think I’m perceiving
Humbly waiting
Waiting for the meeting
For the meaning
What’s that?

A house just creaks.