Meat Puppets Severed Goddess Hand
The horizon breaks to pieces And the mainline is the twilight And the giant net has a perfect window Passage through has the ticket screaming I want a mind I'll tell you what I find No severed goddess hand No plaster in my eye No picture of a lamb No goddess hand have I I'm a picture of a goddess Of a planet in the window Through a tiny hole in the giant curtain I have watched as it stood undressing I want more more eyes I want to see more lies In the silence of the neurons Where the pathway has been printed There's a gleaming hope for an understanding Timing's gone and there's been no planning Twho heads, one dream Twho-thirds a crowd it seems.