Powder grinding mouthful
Pull the day from the nocturne
Somniloquist is the nightmare's song
In the multiplied objects of the external world
I had no thoughts but for the teeth
And of Berenice I more seriously believed
That all her teeth were thoughts
The white and ghastly spectrum of the teeth
Meditations were never pleasurable
The phantasma of the teeth maintained its terrible ascendancy
Lock into bitten dreams perfectionist
Break like a child's mouth
Quiet, don't tell anybody
Don't let 'em know
There's a secret
I know the secret song now
They wouldn't tell me
But somehow I found out
Yeah!
Goddammit, I'm p*ssed off!
They didn't even let me play at all
No way!
They kicked me out of the band