it was an inner vision i saw a row of vixens i was missionless haunting mansion's corridors for little reason i saw them freezing i saw them freezing my women vision they took up space they looked as sculpted prisms was then i kissed them i felt my heart was missing beatless, i climbed the stairs i found a child there she bathed my bleeding beating my chest, a fountain streaming i fought with perspiration i felt the ground below me breaking i fell some hundred feet the sculptures i saw fell with me i then fell back to sleep i then fell back to sleep the ice it came to melting the women buried me
'neath the black dirt her hiked up skirt my heart beat-beating 'neath the shirt my heart beating to stay sane her skin it changed and it changed her skin it changed and it changed her skin it changed and changed