What is central to my being?

Minerals and decay

So I treat myself

Most essential to my fever

When I dream, I dream of nothing but teeth

Just a dancing shell

Self-perpetuating two-step protocol

Who ties the idiot rope round my neck

Surely it can not be me

My city is

Saturated with these goddamn monsters

What chemical burns were

Uncovered by the morning light?

Sardonic, laconic, draconic

All hordes report

All hordes repent

Exercise! exorcise!

Exercise! exorcise!

The city is a dirty bomb

The city is a glass ship

The city is a frail lover

The city is saturated