This autistic Imperium With paint and spick and span Is Nihil Reich Whilst wine calls meat My friend at teatime Wonders at the weight Of the armies that wait For Golden Caesar Have face of Beast With lips of long love wasted In Trojan seas I called God on the phone Just yesterday and spoke to Breathface He told me death arises for Bloodface Doctor without possibilities of crime (Let's call that "pixie time") To make light of the shouting in my head I want to have lunch with the Umbrella Ladies I want to make love with the Umbrella Ladies Who inhabit the stealing time I got this from the night-owl singing "Policeman, policeman, is there anyone there?" If the Great Turk eats Empire Well is that countdown? Or just Twinkletoes eating his face? Whilst the wicked incense batters the church Outside the church Outside the church walls Bloodface waits He is twisting time And selling sweets to sweethearts Who have painted mountains for money They sell their bodies to the Ice Cream Queens Autistic Imperium You have arisen as a way of cutting the Centre Out of this world Christ made a dance Which turned into a trance A thousand pick-axes are stored in Babylon Destroyer? Nihil Reich? Empty as the face I saw when I awake with eyes as big as bugs God made a nothing of nothing He called the swans to roost in the ruins Of fast-food lakes And I say like Lazarus I arise in time For tea and toast and judgement And all that stuff that rests in the land of Jack and Jill