down a rabbit hole
we go
as the flames grow higher
for unbelievers
making mushrooms out OF men
‘til she turns us back again
to a face of solid gold
solid gold
sycophantic fawners
in double quicktime
the beginning at the end
‘til she turns us back again
first she’ll pull your fingers off
and then she’ll pull your toes
and then she’ll steal the photos from your phone
(but you won’t notice)
our echo doesn’t hear us
anymore
hanging on a cloth edge
by its fingers
making mushrooms out OF men
that’s ok i guess
if you like this kinda thing
this kinda thin thin thin thing
these kinda mushrooms
these kinda ripples
these kinda ripples
these kinda thin thing thin thing
like thIS kinda thin thing