[Interlude: Victoria Davidoff]

Room 401, chasing each other after a pillow fight until her wings get tired

My peroxide blonde on her virgin blonde

She is raspberry pie

Exchanging perfumes like confessions at the Mercer bar

Neon gas eating at the enamel of the teeth

Cheeky wedding vows written on napkins stolen from Mr. Chow's

In the hotel lobby, waiting for the food

I see her red Agent Provocateur panties, I feel feral

I had blueberry pie all last week and I'm borеd of her

I'm hungry to taste this one, I tеll her to get up and go to the room

She sits on the sink, she braids her virgin hair

The static of the electric aquarium lamp

She's mesmerised by the fish, she forgets I'm here

Just cut a socket in your jugular and let me rest in there already

Or let me do it

For I want to know nothing of God's green fields anymore

The plains of your carcass is my home, whether you like it or not

It won't lift until I leave

I am sorry, my dear, but I must leave you in this jungle Hell