They leave their base as the sun dips below the earth It's dusk as they take flightsquadron after squadronstealth coating,scolluped wings and pointy noses.Somewhere in the skythe squadrons separateand seperate again.With radar like accuracyeach individual finds its targeteach target...

Don't put your tootsies in, or swim in my jacuzzi and get your own Manischewitz,keeping the Citronella bug lights burning as I promote my tango, sideswiping Poeand the Keebler Elves...they don't know shit about decay and Annette Funicello,my muse...

...who the walls, crawling through my mindeach kiss a graffiti, of mortal sins masturbatingbut listens, but walls, without mouth or tongue,ghosting whores pulling me deeper into insanitywith a lullaby for my gothic ink, bleeding my soulwith plastered tattoos while...