Through The Trash Darkly

Ankle deep in trash

Garbage in your veins

Through the dark backward

Slowly go insane

On the stage again

greasy matter hair

Sallow faces grimace

Blank and painful stares

Back in the dump by day

Corpse found in the grime

A lick across the chest

The taste is foul but fine

Meanwhile fingers grow from your back

Then into a hand that can grasp

Then lastly emerges an arm

A freak shows in this world bizarre

Exploitation show

Extra limb the whore

But when the dream is done

Return to trash once more