Drained masters of justifications, trapped.
Cubicle of carbonated air, poisoned.

                  Descending up an emotion - holler.

Drifting away, you say - whitened thoughts.
Poor souls, pure interiors - what a joke.

                  Gods, goddesses - in thin air.

Beneath an earth of worry - smiling.
Oh, oh, oh!
An elixir of wisdom, a reason to lie.

                  Engraved stones - silly hearts.

Grow five muscles, for the
Ugly fascists, please. Please.

                  Drown her senses - a hundred diamonds.