it's catastrophically rude to wink at the sun with like a seed or star or something starting under your tonuge/this labrynth of natural history on my palms links direct into my tv/vcr/my animal skin and my vhs tape hang in lit woods with the fractal getting sleepy/sit or be pricked/choose a chair or choose the cactus-your throne for the tour with the birds of north america/toward a picture of a meal in the window/which by no means puts a meal on every table/a picture of our dinner in the window only assures us of a nice place to eat/where am i going that i gotta drive thru/what are they fixing that they gotta scoop the street out all night/they must be digging for the source of some lethally evil force/ or for food buried alive in the fridge like a dream that we've actually lived

chorus:

forced confession ain't so bad/

i go where i like oh yeah/

hang me like you fly a flag/

i know who i am oh yeah

this train is tense/our panic starts making sense/that's when you have your interactive halloween bear accident/i run in the family i summon my cousins near me/dearly beloved spirits i know from the cemetery/they light up my ceremony with rum from a weeping ceiling/they deal in forbidden metals too heavy for me to carry/i sweat votive death acid/i hang from the swing set gallows/ the myth in me isn't missing/it's linked to a phony shadow