I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance of sodomy Sometimes I just stare blankly for hours wondering how it could have been interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne at least, in opiating grace I knew it was killing me but the apple seemed so sweet and I still, sometimes, dream of thee... I am the tranquil king, I mirror cupid in all these phrases there's a sadness in our eyes, dancing stars and trancing faces I am the faithless mainstream of poker puss mannequins to be these days everybody smiles and all the cameras are circling me In forvid energy...I still extol thy image to the sky (and beyond). Thou art petite, thou art pristine... (and) my superlatives are not just words The humid energy (of passion) granted us the wings of hell we are drifting aimlessly (on) our way to somewhere C17-H19-NO3-H2O... I crawl my way through morphine days anodyne at least, in opiating grace I knew it was killing me but the apple seemed so sweet and I still, sometimes, dream of thee... I waive my attempts to smile, I waive my attempts to care tinged with bizarre implicit violence I mimic the expression they expect me to bear I am the pretty, pretty sex machine, when we come is when we die deceit is a pill for us to share, leaving an all time high...