Son Et Lumiere/Inertiatic ESP

Clipside of the pinkeye sight I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book Gestating with all the other rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Last night I heard lepers Flinch like birth defects It's musk was fecal in origin As the words dribbled off of it's chin It said I'm lost I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils Cast in oblong arms length The hooks had been picking their scabs where Wolves hide in the company of men It said I'm lost I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Are you peeking in the red Perforated at the neck What of this mongrel architect A broken arm of soon will set Past present and future tense Clipside of the pinkeye fountain What of this mongrel architect A broken arm of soon will set Past present and future tense Clipside of the pinkeye fountain Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost It's been said A long time ago You'll be the first And last to know Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost Now I'm lost