o lord, i'm on high ground
down below, was that a disaster?
down below, snakes like black holes---slither shine, of course
i'd watch em live down there
them that smoke in their sleep---running from the gators, no doubt
i'd watch em chant in the swamps
under the horny moon
country i traveled through--how many wretched measurements?
where even the beetles turn into werewolves
i'd watch em live down there
i'd watch em live down there
i'd make everything holy again
i'd make everything holy again
lyin on my belly drinking from the river frothing---mouth frothing too, of course
id pray to turn into an animal
an animal in the flexing woods
id break my neck until the early morn
id turn my mouth upside down
id sing through my ears
id be the bad ewe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
but there were explanations that were......scientific, or biological?
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