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I told all the birds
And I told all the bees
That this world is coming to an end
I told my life that it’s fading out
I transcend into your mouth where I find
A trace of liquor on my way down
Your stomach is a place of wondrous tales
And soaked into the acid I become a whale
Trying to get through to you
By low frequent waves
Your answer is a finger down your throat
And all the stuff that you eat
It’s not something that you need
I found a half-digested lover
On my way down
He winked his eye and then I pushed him down
Your stomach is a place of wondrous tales
And soaked into the acid I become a whale
Trying to get through to you
By low frequent waves
The flood that spills me out
Onto the cold linoleum floor
Is made of all the dreams you had before
Here’s one that resembles a fresh apple core
Did you know you killed the worm
That regarded the apple as his home
Your answer is a finger down your throat