On junk with Dark Globe and doom invocations
And somebody's dope demon brother
The opiate drone of her gaze
Their anodyne days
The cracked bas relief
Of Hellenic summer
Carbolic kiloI know that she's only trying to score
And not very human anymoreThe loom has gone lame
The pattern's insane
The agents have wigged out
The pulse is corrupt
The choter's a fang
No function
We set another Aegean sleep deprivation experiment
Stumbling around Monastiraki Square
Crawling to her in my undress
My heart is a mess
The ruin's depressed
The shit of our withering depths
The din is intenseI sense that she's finally turned the lock
But I just want my Anatolian rockI've been through so many deaths
That I don't know which name to answer to
Fidelity breeds madness;
I trash the heights, the peakNow I'm on my own
No violence on the telephone
You're a child of neglect
But you turned out okay
The way my psyche rioted
I was just as shot
Your new lover like a hearse
An idiot, a failureI recoil at the sound
The milking of vipers onto the barren dirt
Just steps from the orchard
Looking beneath the higher tease
The satans of the vicious yayo societyI can't get no rest
My dreams are corrosive
Nightmares scar vampires, too
My thoughts are voltaic
I'm such a downer,
HuhNow I'm on my own
No violence on the telephone
You're a child of neglect
But you turned out okay
Ooh
The way my psyche rioted
I was just as shot
Your new lover like a hearse
An idiot, a failure
Ooh
