| Tornados forming in the distance Strange scent of skin in the air Maybe a watery grave The essence of us A breeze exciting my nerves Causing me to shiver There are bees in the wintry sun And locusts from the ash grey clouds Forming ripples in time and space Dragging cigarettes and memories The smoke twists off the lips of the Madonna And then like her smoke She vanishes I feel so invisible So illeligible Unsane and undead And always so close to the aurora of heaven I felt the back of a hand on my face A living breathing machine Emotionless Only essential components Only redness now And only a stinging sensation Exciting the senses I am the requiem of a toy doll And plastic skin dripping Into the fires of a crematorium The black streaks on my body twist and bend Like roads leading to the coal mines of Kentucky I finally have your attention now And I think you finally understand So why don't you yell a little louder This time around And if it's not too much trouble Why don't you hit me a little harder So that I might remember How wrong I truly was |
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