Needle gleams in flickering tube light, Pupils blown to void-black moons. Skin grafts crack like desert mudflats, Lab-coat demons croon lullabies in runes. METHLAB Veins map the ceiling in fire METHLAB God’s a shadow puppet on the motel wall, And the mirror just laughed YOU’RE ALREADY DEAD METHLAB Fingertips sparking on freezer doors. The clerk’s a vulture with convenience eyes, Ring-up my soul at $4.99 a floor METHLAB Veins map the ceiling in fire METHLAB God’s a shadow puppet on the motel wall, And the mirror just laughed ‘YOU’RE ALREADY DEAD’. METHLAB The bugs under my skin sing ‘STAY UP FOREVER’... ...but the clock’s hands just drip onto the floor. Hotel room hieroglyphs in blood and ash, TV preaches in reverse tongues. My teeth are satellites now, Broadcasting dead channels to the sun. The coroner’s pen pauses at ‘occupation’, My ID’s just a Polaroid of dust. Last night’s dose etched my epitaph: HERE LIES WHOEVER, THIS USED TO WALK METHLAB Veins map the ceiling in fire METHLAB God’s a shadow puppet on the motel wall, And the mirror just laughed ‘YOU’RE ALREADY DEAD’." METHLAB METHLAB Veins map the ceiling in fire METHLAB God’s a shadow puppet on the motel wall, And the mirror just laughed ‘YOU’RE ALREADY DEAD’." METHLAB
