I.

I shoot you utterly blind on the spot
I put the gold into you molten now
And there is a ray snaking through your gut
The layers of my personalities
My high-shifting whispers and my old threats
And my lullaby you are scorched face-fucked
I come for you threefold threefold threefold
I should never bring you comfort nor thaw
I am the comedown and I am the throb
You are the bee in tremors for last feed
Prying at the plug with every arm
Asking why does the rose close herself, why?
Well, be present little bee stay the course
Do not shoot back to your institution
For I will go down on you with the brute force
You raped the powder of the flower with
Penetrate every dick root impulse
And every mad receptor will itch
There is karma in beauty for the dick
There is a cycle that is a loop that
Is umbilical for some of my boys
Light in my mouth is never the same twice
Keep those beady eyes closed Bartimaeus
Understand risk and the joy of surprise
Be melted show your front for the orgy
I am purifying the pig tonight
Laying-on of hands golden ordinate
Dilate your head and be field indecent

II.

My eyes are cobalt gloom and elastic
Campari corpse floats in the swimming pool
Drenched in my disappearing cobalt gloom
I have been orbiting for all the years
Dark in my mouth is never the same twice
I could ease in your most peaceful night’s sleep
I could make the pig squeal leg in a trap
I could show symbols for analysis
For the pointless quest for question’s answers
I could be the last rose and the last dream
Your Ajna dissipates across matter
Dissipates as I but you won’t come back
Tomorrow with your drop of edging dew
The ordination is too advanced now
The red is raw the piggy has been peeled
Pig fumbles for the pharmaceuticals
Pigs should not seek resolve they should just be
Hard pork, the red, the fat, the aureole
We inhale the pig exhale the pig’s rays
Your dust is a set to view once only
We dig you so deep a grave of small sway
And we sing to the next pig the same song
At the next horizon point you cuckold
See that hot red line? You wish it were your
Solid length of atmospheric lava
The phallus for your lover her answer
In all your years in spin have you ever
Lashed one so great across civil twilight?

III.

We are inside your head now nothing else
A pig naked alone in his madness
Afraid to open his eyes like a child
Certifiable-our favourite kind
Fondling his Apple the heartrate dash
A passionist losing his battery
We love the compliance of men the state
Their black grapes they bloom such decomposure
Aching lust is taken into the pitch
The pitch is bigger than anything else
The pitch purifies all lust and malice
We send you there but we have never been
We stay stunning on our recruitment ring
Fondling their Apples with bitchy hands
The final flaunt the inevitable
The downward spiral back into the bends
A billion insects stop their screeching
Do you hear that? Do you? It is nothing
And inside of it all the hope of hope
Negative is the most fertile valley
A glimpse through saucer eyes to satiate
The consciousness to lose the consciousness
Incubatio in our temple sleep
We take one each night it is the custom
Our voices so high our bodies so low
We are the fall the nightfall emission
Our lilts stick in the terminal pig root
We siphon angel dust from the chosen