Let me catch the slit of light
Yin and Yang lumber punch
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
Mirrors multi reflecting this
Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn
The card is lowered in index turn
In the flat field
Transfer me to that solid plain
In the flat field
In the flat field
Where is the string that Theseus laid?
Find me out this labyrinth place
I get bored, I do get bored
For a maiden's sake and maiden flight
In my yearn for some cerebral fix
In the flat field I do get bored
Hammer me into blazon pain
Calm eye-flick-shudder within
Replace with Piccadilly whores
In the flat field
I do get bored, I get bored
I get bored, I do get bored
Molding shapes no shame to waste
Between spunk stained sheet and odorous whim
I do get bored, I get bored
As life maps out onto my brow
Assist me to walk away in sin
Molding shapes no shame to waste
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch
And force my slender thin and lean
