I'm looking forward to losing all my hair I'm looking forward to looking backward Multiple suns have always guided me Multiple suns, to do my bidding I recall my youth with Klock: A bubbling boob of hate Still, I fashioned not one crime And Klock, ofcourse, was arrested They turned his mind to paste Yes, it happens all the time Now you ask me 'why so many suns?' One for each murder me and my angel done De profundis; how I love to live this loose! De profundis; with my Donald Duck orange juice! Klock was like an older brother And for awhile I was he Or rather he was I Now I regard him as another One of my sovereign suns Yes, this happens all the time
The Harpies scatter; intestines unravel Better than memory: actual time travel Heavens abound in pomegranite light Heavens abound; I gain back my overbite I am their only planet Suns of the bluest flame Stoic, yet volitile If'n the past come hither I keep the gaslight burning Because it could happen any time