Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
that had knocked the pins down
these shoes gripped the floor

in the silhouette of dying

dancing on the corpses ashes


yeah, they had plans for him
they had spun the last of the pimps

polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips
while the guillotine laughed again
dancing on the corpses ashes


and the paramedics fell into the wound
like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant

an anesthetic penance beneath
the hail of the contraband


dancing on the corpses ashes

on my way

nails broke and fell
into the
wishing well, wishing well

wishing well, wishing well
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they had defected and been excommunicated
and all the pulses were subverted
and they made sure that the obituaries

showed pictures of smoke stacks

dancing on the corpses ashes


a vivid dissection that mocked
the strut of vivisection

a semi-automatic colony
and a silencing that still walks the streets


dancing on the corpses ashes

in the company of wolves

was a stretcher made of
cobblestone curfews
the federales perform

their custodial customs well

dancing on the corpses ashes


intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
that had knocked the pins down

these shoes gripped the floor
in the silhouette of dying


dancing on the corpses ashes

yeah, they had plans for him

they had spun the last of the pimps
polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips
while the guillotine laughed again

dancing on the corpses ashes

and the paramedics fell into the wound

like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
an anesthetic penance beneath
the hail of the contraband


dancing on the corpses ashes


dancing on the corpse's ashes,
dancing on the corpse's ashes


callous heels
numbed in travel
endless maps made

by their scalpels

on my way
nails broke and fell
into the

wishing well, wishing well
wishing well, wishing well
x2