She was a crosstika aflamin' A mallard duck most oddly hued Upon the teakwood-winds of Avalon Where yellow rose-thorns snagged at two She took her eye out of the spyglass Where antique brass obscured her face Her seafoam lips began to whisper Tis in the cavern up ahead, I sleep in clouds of fire That is all, & that's right As sea-spray lapped upon the vessel The low-pressure fermion of quarter-spin Hid, half, the moon-man & his wife Silhouetted, we sailed at 10 into the cavern Where the puzzle-prison of Dutch-aqua Did guard the black flame of our Earth Where, one rusted token of absolution Also trespassed it's final worth Beneath the waterfall, inside the cavern God was pelted in his jeans Not only by the rushin' water But also by night's cancer-beams Lo! Somehow, her, capricorn could not save him Not even Manson helped him out She & I wept Broken & fragile Inside the cavern where In her Marilyn Manson t-shirt, she slept. [Instrumental] [Intro] [low-frequency resonant synth pad enters] [high-frequency metallic granular textures] [Main Section] [slow filter sweeps on synth pad] [sub-bass pulses at irregular intervals] [long reverb tails and spatial processing] [Outro] [gradual fade out of high-frequency textures] [low-end resonance sustains until silence]
