From the shores,
Deep down there.
Brimstone salt,
Hurry fall now.

Ring ring ring,
Ding that bell.
Alone in the mouth,
Hurry drop now.

Forces of nature,
Daddies of disgrace.
Struck a chord,
Hurry your fucked now.

I spit,
I spit,
I spit on you.
Drive you down,
That gutter now.
I laugh,
I laugh,
I laugh at you.
Beat you up,
Leave you dry.

Up there,
Sky so big.
God’s hand slaps,
Magic bullet hole.

Drop the course,
You got it wrong.
Wooden shout,
Hurry catch yourself.

Mill around,
Lift it up.
You never heard it,
Hurry and die.

I cough,
I cough,
I cough at your funeral.
Drive you down,
That gutter now.
I stare,
I stare,
I stare at your corpse.
You ain’t nothing,
Trash bag waste.

10/19/2006