Intertiatic Esp lyrics

Clipside of the pinkeye flight

I`m not the percent you think survives

I need sanctuary in the pages of this book

Gestating with all the other rats

Nurse said that my skin will need a graft

I am of pockmarked shapes

The vermin you need to loathe

Now I`m lost

last night I heard lepors

flinch like birth defects

it`s musk was fecal in origin

as the words dribbled off of its chin

it said I`m lost

I`m lost

now I`m lost

dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils

cast in oblong arms length

the hooks have been picking their scabs

where wolves hide in the company of men

it said

I`m lost

I`m lost

now I`m lost

are you peaking in the red

perforated at the neck

what of this mongrel architect

a broken arm of sewers set

past present and future tense

clipside of the pinkeye fountain

now I`m lost

it`s been said

long time ago

you`ll be the first and last to know
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