I angered dust and robots Wore lockets with dead friends' hair Growing like waves or smoke In the fabric house The train hops towards sorcery And the fake Fatherland Spills flies and totems Hauls BrockStars by Teeth Moulds abstract CHRIST As sweet as jasmine I saw the ink spread Over the bed the faces mark masks And hook down comet trails Whilst the tombs of great trees Open again for me and thee
I angered dust and robots Wore lockets with dead friends' hair Growing like waves or smoke In the fabric house The train hops towards sorcery And the fake Fatherland Spills flies and totems Hauls BrockStars by Teeth Moulds abstract CHRIST As sweet as jasmine I saw the ink spread Over the bed the faces mark masks And hook down comet trails Whilst the tombs of great trees Open again for me and thee
