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