Gulping, licking, fucking, nothing Gushing, gaping, sticky, tasting Horror spews forth, gushing from a suburban patio Sticky kitchen windows, a lukewarm, threadbare messiah You are a foul Jesus, licking, gulping the uptake of ruin Facing the saddest gardens Deliveries, from the scorned and the sacred We're not very well, authors of abject misfortune The script is written, do not aspire for more It's apt to remind you, there's no-one behind you