There are meteors in your throat
While you cry moon beams
Stars falling from your mouth like and avalanche
The stardust in your soul is unrelenting
And your heart is like a super nova
As the galaxies in your bones expand
And the pain becomes clear
Your creation is like black hole
While the muses play god with your mind

It's a hollowness in the pit of my bones
Like an infection in the core of being
I can't feel anything but the sensation of caving in on myself
And have the over whelming urge that I'm about to collapse
I'm alone, So alone
And only I can hear the madness in my marrow
Or the vipers in my throat
And I am alone
So alone

My busted broken lip matches my busted broken ego
And the bitter taste of iron is once again a familiar tone on my tongue
The satisfaction of being right has evaded me again
As it rings ragged in my ear
As I am forced to kneel of no accord of my own
I bend with slouching shoulders
And a lazy smile
That I paint on with acid and arsenic
And I wait
For when I can mend my bruised flesh
And mollify the monster inside us all

And in this void of paradoxical living
I live within and without my body
For it is nothing but a shell that for comes the shallow epitomy in society
For ugliness lies in the hive where it breeds
Parade in all our humanity
Run through the swarm
And break open the black oozing hive
This is where the sickness lies
Not within us
But within
It

I'm tired of this empty concept of a man's mind
Contracting and constricting my world
And pulling it out of parallel
As it preaches ideals that should be human nature
Not the word or teaching of some divine entity

You're neck deep in the blood pulsing through their veins
As the brain swims in this Nausea of the soul
Dizzying vibrations rock the earth out from above you
As your teeth are set on edge and the very fabric of your mind
Tears at the existence of your being
And the world's cold cruel hand tries to dig into you
And your eyes roll back in your head
And the world turns into an obscure Dali visions
Your heart set into the empty void of your youth

Your living breath turns to dust as you are crowned a king
A shiny wooden box, freshly lacquered, as your thrown,
With chemical vitality in your veins
Welcome to the kingdom of worms
How grand your coronation is
With weeping women
And strong sturdy men who help you to the gate
Crowned in stone with withering flowers to match
Long live the king!