The Absolute Barnstormer

Built like a brick shit house
Glittering into the trees
Heavenly clockmaker
Resetting carnage deeds

Come into where the light is worrying for your womb

Nanotech chokes you in
Nail in
Paint it red, paint it red
Is this your parachute?
No, don't speak ill, or don't speak at all!

Looking for the pillow, looking for the coffin
Finding the right familiar, forcing them into the bunker

Let the rampant read
Bleed into your amplifier

Speak, speak until dusk
Worry, worry for your womb
Change, for the sake of insects
Repeat, refrain

Wildflower fields forever