Death on two legs
Now on four legs
Excess of sobriety
I want to taste tachyons
They just keep coming
and coming
and coming
thoughts like a shattered mirror
7 years bad luck
Bad luck
Fickle mistresses in a ****** dawn
No more eyes
Make me blind
Cut me
Hit me
Make me bleed
Make me feel

Or don't.

I think I'm mad.