Invasive Daisies on my wall
Sweet dulcet browning on my soul
The moon is sick and tired
Of the Dandelion sun
The rising skeletons
And churning worms
And sub-atomic bombs
Down in the garden bed
Come and whisper madly I am dead
I left a trail of Marigolds
To line my ceiling till it falls
To crystallize completely
Like the mirror man divine
To wrap my mind in burning twine
The time is high
Both yours and mine
Down in the garden bed
Come and whisper madly I am dead
Blue Roses dipped in chemicals
Horizons lined in Creosote
To sit upon the stilted tilted world of tentacles
Where Queen Anne's lace
And Poppy seeds
Come washing down your face
Down in the garden bed
Come and whisper madly I am dead
Invasive Daisies on my wall
Sweet dulcet browning on my soul
The moon is sick and tired
Of the Dandelion sun
The rising skeletons
And churning worms
And sub-atomic bombs
Down in the garden bed
Come and whisper madly I am dead
Down in the garden bed
Come and whisper madly I am dead