the scent of a new moon
Egyptian runes
groomed sand dunes
lost tombs
bodies that must be exhumed
disinter, decipher
interwoven codes by the flame of my lighter
the pain from the bite of the viper,
it might be a cobra….
grab the gold from the earlobes and decode
before the poison takes over…

plugged into the mouth of an outlet
who let mother cerce into our house…?
electric eyes, the new air of a zodiac sign,
get her out.

jet black flames blaze the sky
what the fuck is god, anyway… did it die?
we’ll give it credit when time’s on our side
when it’s not, when it hurts,
we’re in church, in a circus, in cerce.

the thunder is rumbling
mythology passed down
arcade in the background,
bright lights flashing!
ferris wheel spins in the sky,
she grabs a napkin…
soaked up some black ink under the sleeve of my jacket
then squeezed on eve’s casket.

black ink drips down the sides…
punch through the phone,
release a fist full of butterflies,
blinding the beast, who come to seek me,
who’s come to eat me, ALIVE.
-first it wants to see if i’ll swallow my pride
but that just won’t happen,
i snap in, allign, with all animals inside my flesh
we watched manhattan die.

…now there’s no chance i will give you my mind…
i will feed you, but nothing shall eat me.
i will feed you, but nothing shall eat me.
i will feed you, but nothing shall eat me.