My clothes don't fit my back is bent I bit down on an olive pit
I was found in tartarus's basement with a halo drooping over my red eyes
I was smuggled out on ice given a brand new life and now I dream between the two dimensions in which I lie
Yeah, sometimes I have this aura
Of a jackal stamping through sonoma with the sprinkled dust opens the kimono
Of the sheet white girl against the soft warm billowing midnite july
Yeah I miss the days of staying home I'm struck by lightening now
Thoughts pierce my like arrows
Words just break my mouth I break my own heart in two
I bit down on an olive pit, and swallowed it
