Always ask or you shake eternity
Manipulating rips of your bare life
The womanless milk is picture TV
Why this when our heads foretell
Only wanting
Luscious delicate urge
Stare at the true wind spray
And their produce is bitter iron
How you go must flood lies from power
Let a thousand frantic madmen
Whisper gorgeous smooth chocolate
Stop, leave, ache worship void within
I say you will cry & fall beneath
They sleep under the blood sun
Like lazy enormous sausages