Engineer the archetype of forgery With insistent protocols that won't take no Technical support is complimentary In suicide parlors where channel surfing is vogue Admire the diorama of a sweetened death From behind a blindfold, a smile fixed in nails Borrow emptiness and make it yours But dot the i's and cross the t's Scoring the wings of angels to feather and bone With scotch tape and paper clippings Mind gets recycled backwards Through the navigational delusion Until this trojan hearse It terminates... its thread.