Disfiguring The Goddess The Hole
The hole, Oh, Calypso
I spread my arms for love
I receive none. I want Love
I bare the gun, you bare the hole
This never-ending rain
Oh, tell me why. My ravaging brain
Cockroach sun sang
Am I really going insane?
This unique connection, enacted in musical numbers
I count down from one. Are you the rising sun?
The Hole, oh, Calypso. What I want is your love
I bear the gun, I sense you swoll
I can not control (this unique connection)
Some say the tiger can not be drown
Let us look around, to be prowl. To be foul
Deep in the ground
In the pound, we swim
Shadows Twirling in the sky
I shall not cry. The shaking, The drum beating. I smell nothing, but the flowers of flesh and blood
