Lyrics:

Powder grinding
Mouthful
Pull the day from the nocturn
Sonimloquist is the nightmare's song
'In the multiplied objects of the external world
'I had no thoughts but for the teeth
'And of Berenice, I more seriously believed that all her teeth were thoughts
The white and ghastly spectrum of the teeth
'Meditations were never pleasurable
'The phantasma of the teeth maintained its terrible ascendency'
Lock into bitten dreams
Perfectionist
Break like a child's mouth