Who's there?Who's there?And I remember flashes of laughterAnd lunatics lost in your soulSeductive propaganda scrolling across my mindLike guerrilla cinemaBelts and, and wooden spoonsFlies in the afterbirthShadows across my mindSmiling but dead, smiling but deadSmiling but dead, smiling but deadSmiling but dead, smiling but deadCrawling on linoleum kitchens TV streaming deathAnd corporate consciousness into my brainCracked porcelain sinksCovered with insects and dirty dishesThe early morning anxiety of, of grade schoolDark stockings to hide the bruisesThe secret friends, festive holidaysAnd everyone in their, in their Sunday bestPretending to like each otherGenerations and generationsOf loneliness, sad mistakesStealing away in the dead of nightTo escape stiff jawed henchmenIn, in the hungry trucks of an angry slumlordMiles and miles awayPatience and understandingWaking on the side of the roadHissing radiator, hoses cracked like, like burned skinAnd days so hotA nuclear holocaust would've felt likeA cyclonian blizzardI remember the first timeI felt it alive inside me, turningBut the dead weight movingWithin the folds of its winged embraceOpening and sliding those black feathersInches at a timeIts beak, its, its feetPushing and pushing and, and pushingAnd digging into the membraneAnd I remember going numbAnd listening to it humI'm feeling it move in its mysteriesExploring me with powerI remember thisAnd I know I never had a chanceThere was never any escaping itAmenGuns and GodGuns and GodAmen
