We're not in wonderland anymore and the sneer on his face
Is like wide open church doors and the glossolalia is harsh
And it echoes and it slides out the side of his mouth
In wretched and rotten force that molds his grinding teeth
Into a hum like an out of tune ***** and then he raises
The world to his lips and kisses it and blows it gently out
Where the dandelion seedlings end up falling like arrows
In the passing rain and each drop reminds me of
The fifty million people crushed between the ocean and the sky
Its all mine he mutters and his eyes ***** up coagulated hell
All over a dark suit that still has the remnants of a price tag