@ Revised by [email protected] (Eva Von Hellsing)
Powdered heaven dressed in plastic
Pulled the shades down on his eyes.
Pin-prick pupils soaring skywards
Offer him no alibis.
Then who needs them? He’s quite perfect.
Perfect body, perfect teeth.
The flash sublime and blind the kids who
Spread their legs for their belief.
Cross themselves at the drop of a powder-puff
Shriek they’re saved when they touched his jeans
Swear his wisdom’s just infallible
Beg for mercy — in his dreams.
Another day, another sermon
Broken bread, forgotten lines.
[Pain] for comfort keeps him human
Needle trembles, band on tight.
Another little perforation
Ventilates him, paints him white.
A wordless song, a prayer to no-one
Helps him whistle through the night.
They found him on his throne of porcelain
Rusty chain draped ’round his head
Incapable and incoherent
Eyes switched off for him no less.
Jury all wore black […] blazers
Witnesses looked D.O.A.
O.D.-day moral, senses skewered,
Dribbling lies and tooth decay.
Declared his guilt, he then said nothing
Sobbing as the judge turned blue
Washed their hands, said «Lord forgive us,
For we know not what we do.»
«Drown in your soma bath!»
They said, «Drown in your soma bath!
What are gonna do with you?
Let the punishment fit the crime!
We have the technology. We got the instruments.
Down! Down in your soma bath…»