Hello, meek mortal I've come to unblock your portal Meat from my finger Rising from the mire Try to pick a way through All those things that you used to do Try to greet an unwholesome night As though it were some form of respite Say what's plain sailing And waive what's remaining I don't know anyone on the telephone Anymore Thirsty and moreish A soft, systemic breeze Did it cut you deep Or did it leave you free? I'm changing I was always there Close your head To the living and the dead Wash your exoskeleton And watch my exultation Something to see your clothes through Or something that you used to do Remain apart In your cloistered heart Pull back the sheet I'm changing I was always there I was always changing I was always there