the damned on a train writhing like the hogs in the sky sweet morsels in freight they all queue to the front and deliver, they delivered of all the precious little dames to consider collect and embrace them or deface them it doesn’t matter either way they’ll be tasted
they line up, down ready in rows with no hint of the slaughter they are coming to me/be
yellow nights and capers go as long as needed these lasses won’t escape this the horror of now
I want to feel it without a role without a limit the quiet drowns as we’re all in