Triclops!
March Of The Half-Babies
Have you ever been punched in the face by a ghost?It seems I've gone and made myself completely unnaturalPaper stained with the last sperm to escape, stuck to the wallNow there's nothing but entropy between me and my third ballLaudanumLaudanumLaudanumIt the evening it swells and it wakes me up - dull throbbing painAnd I roll over in my sleep, again and again and againThen the ghost comes and pummels me for awhile,Until I'm knocked outIt begs the question of how to live through the night - of that, I have no doubtLaudanumLaudanumLaudanumIt is dark now, I am fully intact, and I have no dreamsThis ghost this ghost was hired by me - or so it seemsTo deny a biological imperative, as per the narrativeNow there's an army trapped inside of meNow there's an army trapped inside of meNow there's an army trapped inside of meAn army of half-babies
Aus Songtexte Mania