[intro] [spoken] You ask how a benevolent god can let horrible things happen to good people… well let us consider the plight of a solitary dust mite. The actual scale between you and god is magnitudes greater but perhaps you will get the point. [verse] This is my floor, (MY FLOOR) (not yours) not Yours Every crumb My dominion [orchestra strike, droning choir flutters up from the background] Spick (And span) beDamned (Swiffer??) curse your (stroke) and sweep You see; [drop sudden glitch beats and distorted guitar power chords] [Verse] It's my floor, (evermore) Stored food (scraps safe) away From mice (and rats for) another day Until that (shrieking sucking)metal thing all hurricane catching Snatching (Rushing Suction ) Up and Pulled me (bodily) into the wind it spawned (Forever thereafter), for me it seems (The floor is gone) The floor( which provided) Is now denied and) i’d cry were it not that Im spinning like a top, cant stop Tumbling like a rock lobbed off A mountain top Coming in Hot! (Caught in the maniacal mechanical suck Thats just a case of goddamn Dust mite luck ) [Verse] The room was cold (and dark) (This place is far worse) I land upon a sea of bones (and skin) Tree trunk stranded matted furs (Observe: give wide berth to the bacterial herds, lest you die the death of a million bites) [verse] Oh such sights you should see So many arachnids, its boggling- rivers of flesh rot by the boat viral hordes A wasteland desolation of dirt and predators (Cadavers miles deep) And the ever present stench of feet [glitch turntablism solo] [Verse] Think I've lost a leg, thorax aches The dark's now upon me (Till the end of days) I'm gone to the canyons of corpses Where carapaces crunch under step And skin dust chokes my every breath [spoken] At least i won’t starve to death (And the view is exquisite At least when light leaks in) [short glitch turntable solo] [verse] If youre free (you really should) visit soon Look me up (I’ll show you around) The tomb doom horror room You consigned me toooo, (come on down ) Welcome to the vacuum, (dont mind the wind) Excuse the grating sound Just dont expect to find a friend Coz theres none around Coz theres none around [outro] [spoken, music falls away to quiet] All you had intended to do was tidy up And vacuum How could you let such horrible things Happen to such a basically good creature? Hmmm? [end]
