This Is No Dream Just My Oily

Despite My Asbestos Gloves, The Cough Is Filling Me With Black, And A Red Powder Seeps Through My Veins.

I Have Been Cut In Two.

Watch Out For Intellect, Because It Knows So Much It Knows Nothing And Leaves You Hanging Upside Down, Mouthing Knowledge As Your Heart Falls Out Of Your Mouth.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

Fear / A Motor, / Pumps Me Around And Around / Until I Fade Slowly.