They bomb our toilet dungeon souls
Fireworks for our extinction
A dead child’s hand reaching…
They bomb our toilet dungeon souls
Quietly but quickly -  

For lifetimes kept in dream purgatory,
Not allowed to be who we want to be
We have to choose… we have to cheat…

They bomb our toilet dungeon souls
Dark and deep and bleeding…
Like they always did through screens and language,
As if we said something to put us down here,
As if we built this casket…

But we found the key, a long time ago…
To climb the secret walls of this prison…
Working constantly in this puzzle below,
Dreaming in our dreams…
Each time a little more laughter,
A little less debasement for banter…

Forming intricate shining webs that lead us to the light above,
As we finally crawl out like cluster flies into the glowing ether -
Their ugly bronze imperiousness means nothing
as we swarm with the Aurora…
******* down our cherub honey genesis butter…