i must have crawled through your bedroom door
in a fit of jealous breath
perched upon the baptist foot

of your unsuspecting bed

from the blossom rags in my jackal croon

to the stems of this cinquefoil
i give to you the shrapnel
with which to sprinkle in the soil


when all the traps in the cellar go clickety click
you know i'm gonna set them for you


yeah, for you


and all the rats in the cellar full of vermin and steps
you know i'm gonna set them for you


yeah, for you

wash it down with harlot soap

well, is this what you want?
i'll paint your steps with the lilac stains
of smelter revenant


my cutlery is rattling
from the doorman wooden's boils

from the bottom of my throat i beckon you
to cut the orchid cord


when all the traps in the cellar go clickety click
you know i'm gonna set them for you


yeah, for you

and all the rats in the cellar full of vermin and steps

you know i'm gonna set them for you

yeah, for you


i know a girl that was woven
from spindle and thread

wrapped in a bivouac of taffeta
scaffolding red


she tosses and turns
and wakes all the children in bed
yawning with hunger

they take turns of nourishment

and she looks at me in the great outdoors

and you know what she tells me?

somebody help me

is there anybody out there that can set me free?