The young man held a gun to the head of God
Stick this holy cow
Put the audience in action
Let the slaughtered take a bow
The old man's words, white hot knives
Slicing through warm butter
The butter is the heart
The rancid pealing soul
Scratch pictures on asylum walls
Broken nails and matchsticks
Hypodermic, hypodermic, hypodermic
Red fix
One man's poison is another mans meat
One man's agony, another mans treat
Artaud living with his neck
Placed firmly in the noose
Eyes black with pain
Limbs in cramps, contorted
The theater and its double
The void and the aborted
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones
Those Indians wank on his bones

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