It will wash me with the salt from its lips.
And the sugar from its feet grow mould on mine.

Salt the earth and kiss the air, salt the earth and kiss the air,
Salt the earth and kiss the air, salt your hearth and wash the air.

Tonight, we will go smashing mirrors,
Waiting for the sunlight to fracture and spiderweb.

A broken reflection as dawn breaks, a broken reflection as dawn breaks.
A broken reflection as dawn breaks, the darkness breaks up with the night.

My mind is a killing field, my mind is a killing field.
With something in front of me and something to the back of me,
Drag me in directions where I do not want to be.

My unwilling apothecary lungs, dancing listless
In pools formed from formaldehyde memories.

The astral body sees the world as a small white dot.
My body is a vacant lot, writing chaos symbol upon weary travellers.

Writhing, I… Writhing, I… Writhing, I… Writhing, I…
I am an ornament, I am an obstacle to pass before weary eyes,
Bound in dust from ancient bookcases.

Did you know that your list volumes eclipse your body
When nobody is left or wants to read you?

My mind is a killing field, my mind is a killing field.
With something in front of me and something to the back of me
Please wont you just
Drag me in directions where I do not want to be.

The universe is a poison of softly blurred shadows infecting ghosts.
The universe is a poison of softly blurred shadows infecting ghosts.

Long is the wait and hard are the edges as something comes into focus.
Long is the wait and hard are the edges as something comes into focus.