The weight of murder fills the sky A neon shadow rising up like vespers From the haze that burnt away The peeling painted stratosphere Newspaper blowing by on a shriveled shred of apathy A chronicle of missing persons Only I know where I left the parts of them A night-time fantasy in action A knife that bled the life of faceless pa**ion I watched the moon all cold and icy Suspended far above the severing
I separated the spirit from unwilling flesh, and bound The body in a city’s sorrow But no one cares about the broken Flickering in summer air Stinking in suffocating breeze I will wear a mask of normal To hide my mask of orgasmic shame The cars on fire on the sides of the naked street They light my way, they free me As I crawl back into my concrete cavern