Here I am,

Composing of burlesque,

Out of where they rest their heads,

Sulking in their splintered cradles,

And ramshakled hands,

They asked for it,

As a boy,

I eat my wishes on golden tooth picks

And digested then with wolf intestines,

I fell from the heavens,

As a fetish blessed with,

An operatic skeleton,

And as the stars watch me descend,

I crack a family tree and,

Chopped off all of the branches,

I fell from the heavens,

As a fetish blessed with,

An operatic skeleton,

And as the stars watch me descend,

I crack a family tree and,

Chopped off all of the branches