Cassandra Gemini IV: B. Plant a Nail in the Navel Stream [2]
You can't bend your crooked arms or fold your punctured proof The air is growing cold, cold cold, Cold, cold and there's nothing you can do Soon there'll be no gauze, inside the confessional Only rows of crows, defrocking every breath
And one day you'll remember Behind the melting cones, I said, one day you'll remember Behind the melting cones, You always had a family In the burial of your home. An imperiall of your home. ... of your home
Night forever more Night forever more Night forever more Night forever more Night forever more
And I'll peel back all of my skin I'll peel back and let it all run Peel back all of my skin Peel back and let it all run Peel back all of my skin