As-salamu alaykum
Proud brother of earth
Making tears out of moonlight
I see you in your darkest hour
Sitting there
You\'re just like taxidermy
With your glass of whiskey and cola
And red-letter-days seeping through
The chalk of your bones
Bloodlust in flowery poems
And your sunshine crown stays in place
Like a pretty smile fixed on your face
And when I think you\'re Ulysses
I wonder if I\'m just a blimp in disguise
Tied together with apron strings
Loving in cycles
I think what you think
I believe what you believe
I see what you see
Every fetish you weave in me
I see what you see.