Lying like needles
On forest earth
Euphoric rush
Trees bend to pray for us
Like cold machines
I'm sputtering Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual, ritual
You can drive my tail
A (birth?) ritual
A birth of idiots
To watch the circus
Now I woke up blessed
And good strives for heart ache
Marked for the death ritual, ritual, ritual As you start the song
Now you see your crime
I light a cigarette before the execution
And face this garden
For every miracle
Add another drug at every birth ritual To make me stay
The snake retreats
I took the drug
And now everything
Dies in shyness
Admits defeat
And waits for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual Child's highs
Mark his sides
Shining light Bright until the newness wears off.
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