Stormed across the clouds
onto a palace of helium and floral patterns
Lost into a blur of abstract and in-selfish bliss
Passed in one breathe with a minute to splendor
St Peter dance with Apollo

The Evil is in the mind
The Enigma is a deadly kind
Mysteries conceal and bind
The Evil is in the mind

You dance with the lilies
I fell into the thrones
You were cascaded by the spring
I was pierced by the thrones

The finger nails reek of dirt and shame
The forehead, blister and shimmering by the sun
The sole of the statue, Used an abused
The soul of the machine, all shining and new
Muscles and Marrow
Leaking acid, Almost flaccid
Bones and Nerves
Running pain, all through the Brian