Sitting on a snow cap on a lazy sunny day,
My shingle hat, it shudders as my snow cap starts to sway;
The squat and brutish pottery is barfing bursts of fog
And my porcelain doll sister’s playing chess against the dog

My whole world is in front of me but I can barely stand
I stumble left and I stumble right as my foot becomes a hand
Giant snails are f*cking everywhere, they’re eating all the trees!
Every citizen pursued by killer helicopter bees!

Then suddenly I’m gripped as if by octopus’s shackles:
The bleeding sky is dripping down to drown my thoughts of battle
I’m complacent as an unborn in the cradle of the stomach
Too paralyzed to give a cry as devil-beasts are summoned

The horizon starts to mutate into wisps of crying fire
As, rising from a pyre, wicked harpies form a choir
Which sends the sound of dying things, obscenely amplified
The gaping strains of torture heard in the harpies’ mocking cries

Then gargoyle men appear to me and engage in perverse war
This is it, enough! enough! I have no strength for more;
No strength for more, but here I am, and here, it seems, I’ll stay
For every second I don’t escape I’m slipping from the day

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