For your destruction, it’s there in your mind
Porous after a kiss to your eyes
It’s how you spoke
Of your life,
In that little red book full of thoughts

The television in your mind
Is playing this into your head
So you can understand
From someone who has hair and shoes
Tall enough for god

So, you rolled me over
Like a roach turned on its back
Half cocked gun down
And stared into the mast
I’ve read the King in Yellow
You know nothing of the gallows.