In the midst of perfection

This princess starts bitching

In the arms of Elijah

This infant keeps twitching

This master that's teaching

Is a pupil repeating

This boxer loves headlines

But he couldn't take a punch line

Somebody slap me

I can't stop laughing

Suicide is back in fashion

All ascenders

End up sinking

Makes Love wonder

What fear's thinking

Two crows sit at your window

Keeping a vigil over your widow

Two coins drop in a casket

Over your sockets (bury that bastard)

Two-thirds ready for Easter

Thinking you're Jesus proving your Ceasar

Ready for Easter

Right posture, right poses

Too bad what's under the robes is

Still cross-eyed in the witness

And searching for suchness

Back home, God's diamond

Puts a diaper on the daughter

Of a Mystical martyr

Who triggered a seizure

Making believe that

His body's a disease

He's wishing for a World

Where his vapor could thrive

Giving up his life (as if he were alive)

He would have his wings

If feathers came from crutches

Or that cushion he clutches

Somebody slap me

I can't stop laughing

Suicide is back in fashion

All ascenders

End up sinking

Makes Love wonder

What fear's thinking

Two crows sit at the window

Keeping a vigil over your widow

Two coins drop in a casket

Over your sockets bury that bastard

Two-thirds ready for Easter

Thinking you're Jesus proving your Ceasar

Ready for Easter

In the eye of a white tornado

In the pit of a black volcano

In the palm of a human hand

There's a grain of this quick-sand

[woman's voice]

I'm just a girl with the planet inside of me

I'm the Daughter of Man but the Men have been fighting me

I bathed my brother and my brother ignited me

Divinity's twins till some devil divided the

Goddess from the Hominid's oddysey

I am I am what I am

I am an antidote to New Age philosophy

I am epicac to this mythic caprophogy

(Refrain)