Amargi Ve Moo

One and a two and a three

Tumors seemed like

Something you would collect

And poison seems like

Something you would take

In the offense ways off all flesh

I'm not ready

And I cannot accept

That it is spread like a cancer

Goodnight, goodnight!

Don't look, sweet old friend!

Don't look, little sister!

Don't answer!

Knock, knock, knock!

Don't answer!

Only answer for your fear of God

Don't answer for the nothings else

Ye, o night, o night, o night!

Get away, ye, o night!

Get off, get back, get off, o night!

It is in fact maybe magnificent

In the bosoms of abraham

I will behead all the saints

I will behead all the stars

Let lightning strike where it will

Coco-nuts, ba-nay-nays

Flowering vines in revolt

Let there be peace

And let it begin with thee

I am not ready

And I cannot accept

I am not ready

And I cannot accept

I am not ready

And I cannot accept

Maybe you can revolt

If you can't revolt

Chunks of your forearm

Chunks of your scalp

Chunks of your hunch

Now in a dumpster or in a sandwich

Your hairpiece perched upon your head

As if dropped from the ceiling by accident

Never not at worry

And now, never not blonde

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh!

Let her be reborn

As something unruinable

A meteor, a mushroom, a kakapo

A sparkling out of control