A flock of Vilents all peck and pry
I wish they'd wing it, clock off and fly
Magneziks run 'round hissing spools
Their scratching tapes flutter untrue
When pitching shifts, black eyes will sing
When clawing caws, Sonars will sting
The Syphons shake shivers from Mees
Crowded 'round cold Elastik sea
An ironed pose encased in lines
Dead branches stick a trunk like mine
The tickings stop and time rebands
I've lost my watch and left my hands
This channel's cracked, draining in bends
Soaking of Hell, sunk in its sin
No mirror lake or virgin stream
This river feeds Elastik sea