"we’ve been up all night lighting candles can’t abide the dark we could get so high seeing visions like you never saw a piranha is convulsing on my kitchen floor a white iguana is conversing with the undertaker’s bones I’ve made my hate a hive where a thousand angry bees reside and I’ve said my piece and I’ve tried for what I can’t describe fetal lullabies are receding back from whence they sprung if it’s known to everyone then how come it’s different every time it’s sung silent stigmata from the urchin has got me feeling low it’s nothing urgent but it’s starting to reveal the motherload I’ve made my hate a home where a thousand mangy creatures roam and I’ve set my piece jerome behind the naked eye"