Acid Bath Old Skin
We smoke the toenails and the hair of the wise man, Under a black gods thumb, We dance like painted puppets, She bleeds orgasm in tecnicolor, An ocean of alien mystery,We eat the wisemans eyes for sight that we might see the darkness if we kill the lights fast enough,We eat the brain and pray that our eyes can open wide enough, We burn the dry shell,A funeral chant,The pulse quickens and we dance as the blossoms fall,the scattering of dust to the winds,the celebration of OLD SKIN,I feel every flower that is screaming to consume you, The earth and sky your cradle,The earth and sky your entomb,So is the way of forever,Teething with simple cruelties,Beatings in cold rooms, Hands and head not found.
