De Assay purr guises.

There hasn’t been a peice of music 

In this mouses house Since they signed out

Relax and delivered the language of antibiotics

Which Over took you whilst Printing 

a prescription for self flagulation to sedations 

In need of a colic and bols itched and rolled out.
to scratch your nose and pull out from behind 

magicians ears with Smoke screen ideas of expressionism

And why would I threaten you when i Couldn’t even hear 

your wanton needs when my heads not lost in 

the Shallows of the water trilobite cohabited.
As all the mirrored doors have resolved 

To remain chained as com one pear drops needles

And Roman Spears land amongst the immune.