Oh Penelope, what did you bring to me down in the valley of death? Terrible birds' wings collide with the tree swings and deafening screeches awaken me Penelope, oh penelope cry me a river of piss drown all your sorrows in skin that you borrow from the poor hapless sailors you spirit away
Steam-driven Anna, my mezzo-soprano please don't spare a pound of my flesh grind me to powder when you're cold and sour and dig your heels into the firmament awaken me, this is an awful dream I'm in a terrible place I can't see your eyes but the numbers don't lie turn the card over, the seven and six
she turned to vapor down under the trees I saw her perched upon my sister's knees she spoke in ether and turned into ash she sent a message I managed to catch everything you love is battleship grey all that you hold dear is fading away your past sinks further into murky brine no god or devil is crueler than time