Witch Mountain - Psycho Animundi

Drastic, caustic, frozen, gastric Muster, master, swindle, plastic Needle groper, pinkeye poker Blank-eyed bellicose composer Flagellation, maturation Cattle-prodded cud-drunk nation Scratched contraction, kidney action Mastication, rot retraction Leaping over methane mounds Rat on rat on rat on hound People pieces part politely Fetus leavings on your nighty Under rays of hungry eyelids Scraping downward, beaming, stylish Corpulent, indolent, indigent, infantile Acrid, cantankerous, rolling in sentient bile I am drowning my head Just let me go, sinking like lead I will sit still until I shed This internal, infernal dread. Classy, fornicating rodents Grafting thumps on fishes foreheads Portentous pustules popping discreetly Meat streaked sheets do whisper sweetly [Living in filth and dirt, in rooms less comfortable and cheerful than the cages in wich we put animals in the zoo] What do you expect from me Crushed by a horde of which I am a piece Sucking at the air until no once can breath All I want now is escape somehow, is a break, breaking out by breaking down All I want now is to get out somehow, to transcend, to transport, to trance out Sometimes my heart wilts inside It hangs there like a rotten blossom no insect would recognize Dejected, decrepit, deserted, decayed, it hangs like old meat on a hook So I bludgeon, extinguish, blur, blunt, and glaze till I'm numb and I don't have to look Sometimes I sink through the floor And I bless the blackness that I'm waiting for It teases, calls and courts me, it claims it can transport me and then It takes me in its arms and calls me friend