It was once beautiful here,
in the Vocal Age,
and bore a different name
City of rubbishy love,
none tantalized by
naught above
Baser Satanic joy-rides await
Bastard number 1 less 2
gazes through into You
searing through exactly like
a spit piercing a living swine
Dirty diamond your suffering is mine
Sweetness faces the world,
bling spinning slowly
poised for present and future fuck
1 less 2 is not less True
We die at midnight. this death is a pun
The lungs are simply turning blue