Here I am,
Composing of burlesque,
Out of where they rest their heads,
Sulking in their splintered cradles,
And ramshakled hands,
They asked for it,
As a boy,
I eat my wishes on golden tooth picks
and digested then with wolf intestines,

I fell from the heavens,
As a fetish blessed with,
An operatic skeleton,
And as the stars watch me descend,
I crack a family tree and,
Chopped off all of the branches,

I fell from the heavens,
As a fetish blessed with,
An operatic skeleton,
And as the stars watch me descend,
I crack a family tree and,
Chopped off all of the branches