Teeth tight as Nails,
Blood is on everything. 

You keep changing channels
but it's on every screen.

In a state of
Fantastic Catastrophe

Legs everywhere
We still dance happily

And try to hold our faces on.

Cuz one day, these faces may be gone.

Each shudder and jolt
& Clamorous tumult
threatens

to shake us loose...




Grasping creases of flesh and skin,
We hold on and even manage a grin. 

Cuz the grime
and the slime
the evil and low,
they creak and they crow
all eager to know

What makes 'em all
giggle so?
What makes one's
life livable?

We've ripped out their hearts
We've shattered their dreams.
 
We've slit and we've cut
and torn at their seams!

but then they don't stand rigid

Instead,
They dance liquid,

uninhibited

still stuck in their dreams.