I come from a genius, I am my father's son,. Yeah, too bad he was a psychopath and now I'm the next in line,, dear mother, yes, surely she's a work of art,.
At home, drawing pictures of mountain tops. With him on top. Lemon yellow sun, arms raised in a V. And the dead lay in pools of maroon below. . Daddy didn't give attention.
Every night with the lights out, where you gone ?. What's wrong?. Every time you can try but can't turn on. Your rock song. . Got some if you need it.
I used to be crustacean, oh. In an underwater nation, yeah. And I surf in celebration, oh. Of a billion adaptations, yeah yeah. . Got me a big wave, ride me a big wave, got me a big wave.
How long must she stand. Before the ground, it gives way. To an endless fall. She can feel this war on her face. . The stars on her pillow. She's folding in darkness.