You shut 'round now I can see your glory Filth in the river's purr Comes one step and vomits So I can pull you down Yank your bilious chain You ill gagging wreck and This sounds a devil Broken glass evermores waiting Preening dead parrots In the Autumn's stench It has been a tough dismemberment Of the eyes and the loins Happiness in a savage rot My rhyme is shattered And you continue that blasting That tumultuous undulation That fever becomes you Stop it Rat-a-tat-tat Stops a-tap-tap-tapping on the glass Boxes and empty and all Of the crushing Crunch The sound of drowning in my head The sound of helplessness And blood siphoning out my bones The world is a peeling Dislocated calm A pale bruising scarring crimson wound This ball of coarsing veins And spitting tongues It turns of a swollen Boil and ruptures in our sleep