These are the chains they put around me,
I long to run wild...

The driving hallucinatory fields,
Wheat, sun, arching sweating skies...

Seal with silk,
Stitch-up from toolbox parts, demiurgo straights...

Despondent, antithetic,
Chip away, chip away...

Bare your teeth and throw the heart away
Little sounds making like drops, you plummeted...

I am many-fanged
I capture my moods in glasses...

Contentment is not on my roster
Too close to the world...

Draw back to unknown
All these fish, swimming with their bones out...

Today! I am powerful
the world is in my teeth...

Is that what's in here?
is that what's in here...

Let me slough you open and let me see,
what the storm of dust you are made of me...

Murder-eyes look into me and say
like heresy, hear-say...