With my face drained of colour And my brain of blood Like Billy Budd I'm lashed to the grating; With senses growing duller And with quaking heart I make a start At temperature equatin...

And my brain of blood ...I'm lashed to the grating; ...And with quaking heart ...And my lungs suck usele...And it seems absurd, bu...Ades in empty words and is worthless ...As the Human Laugh rocks the cenotaph ...But the joke is half-true, and mirthless. ...From the spinning words ...On the verge of belief I crash onto the reef ...And a cynical thief ste...So I cling to the pew with dimensions...And recognition refuses...All the lives ... of the saints demonstrate that my faint ...inor complaint, but the end is ...on't want to die in the nave, ...My evergies, and find a cause to pra...d gladly succumb to the wave, ...If I thought the water taught a way ...And it's easy to believe what the preacher says ...Except for the conflict raging bet...And my brain. ...nt to die, but just the same-- ...And find another sermon... ...Everyman and Norman ...And the talking priest-- ...Holding all the doors open. ...As the cracked bells peal ...But the seventh seal stays ...And the Offertory plate ten...Alleyways of the course; ...Tell me the way to go. ...My heart grows ever more faint--

I've been to the surface ...And nothing is there ...In the nerve aura sound ...My heart is darkclots ...Ask all but the bait ...n by candle by book and by bell ...Glycerin and turbulence ...Stuffed the voice inside of God...Mirrors to the animals ...The sermon goes mourning ...Slothful the child ...That preys on the seed ...Shall behead the drough ...The streets will hang h...Stretch ribs and let taste ...We'll cover the smell with silver n...Mending the cuts of your prosth...Glycerin and turbulence ...Stuffed the voice inside of God...Mirrors to the animals ...Assume the form ...You've given me and I'll spill ...Say I'm the last one ...By the drift ...Of thread and itch ...And still you won't kno...I've built the fall ...Sulking drained the fall of my pale wil...Licking the ankles of blaspheme...Over the stuck pig scalp of ...To cover the sock where the flatline had spread...The kiosk in my tempora...In the end they just gagge...Gas me the hind ...Tooth picks the eye ...Cross the alter top ...But the mask stays on ...Cruelty is the wrath ...In the end they just gagge...You locked the cuffs ...Will you drink the shadow ...You and your false ...You've one in the chamber ...Let slip the sound ...On the night you walked ...In the end they just gagge...Glycerin and turbulence ...Stuffed the voice inside of God...Mirrors to the animals ...And let it thaw ...In the eye of the needle ...I'll faint a pulse ...I'm not the human ...If you pet the night ...If you roll the seven ...I scald the answer