Nothing is solid, nothing is straight The creature uncouples itself and Crawls in the air, scratching the light Spiraling down like the stairs in your house Blind, stinky and cracking bones as a call It vomits dust made of skin Malaise shoving back the whole From your basement to your hair Even your feet on the couch It vomits dust made of skin Even spits up your dad in the sink Elbows and knees as veins An eye, a tunnel to draw men down A cord linking the being to the clouds above Like a straw to swallow you Like a prey running to be caught And cracking bones as a call More of them are falling like rain Mud is created by their drool They drink it down, again like a soup And gargle it before swallowing A jaded world in transition Exposed to the hazards of evolution The wild's got digested With the sound of gas rejected Soon other will transcend them With their crab-faces, screaming like princesses And soon to blow themselves for their god Imagine a dimension for it to appear Leaving luck to rip off infinity Something around pictures a singing ape Now here I am to please you