Into ochre soil
In the organs I still hold
Interred beside guardians
Each word to you a shovel-load
I just had brunch with Christ
When I came in from the rain.
(He) started workin' at the West Side.
Shaved off most of His mane
My most trusted of allies
This wretched mind deceiving me
Gatekeeper to the Void
Unravelled almost completely
Medicated but traded it all
In this pit I've spent a lifetime.
Dope smoke clouds the stench (of piss),
Now that I've entered your realm of excess.
He said that God was still alive
Inside these sugar cubes.
"Go west, my son!
It'd help you with the blues."
So it looks as though I'll stick around,
Entranced by the sirens.
Needle's stuck in a broken groove
'Cause Geneseein' is believin'
I'll be waiting at the cenotaph.
You've seen it written on the wall.
All those years been climbing forth
Just to catch a glimpse...
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