| Tanks Of Flies |
|---|
| I had the verbal touch |
| The silver sliver of nexus |
| Carved from the bloody water |
| First-poured |
| Form drowning |
| Pulling down the moons and suns |
| From the thighs of the queen |
| Of grace and grinding |
| The bump, the bribe, the breasts |
| Made me slyly arise |
| In clouds of candy |
| Tanks of flies |
