It is a brutal technical proceeding
Taking control over your being
Feverish midnight mass at last.
Mason jar open - find something fast

Empty from inside out and backward
Hollow stare. There is the next black swan!
Shoot! Arrow, bullet, audio muted and
Now slice that beating life thread

Flesh so warm but getting cold by a beat.
Excuse me.
The beat stopped and this beast keeps tracing fingertips on
Those hips, face, mouth. Kiss it.

It's better to relive than always have an eternal
Monday without spirit.
Sucking bones, November will turn them
In to dust and manchild finds another one to thrust

To think that your geyser holds the elixir
Which brings salvation to the nation
Prove me first you can handle a
Simple conversation without a hesitation

As those hearts have been disconnecting
From the circuits of toxic pattern
They finally catch a glimpse of light and all
Of a sudden you call them heathens

Frightening I know to lose your bow
The work that needs to be done don't
Require a killer gun. Only you and
First look at what you've been running from

Once the wild hunt completes its cycle
And that lion grows out it's golden mane
A real pursuit will begin to transpire
Free of mischief, ache and pain