The Absolute Barnstormer

Built like a brick shit house Glittering into the trees Heavenly clockmaker Resetting carnage deeds Come into where the light is worrying for your womb Nanotech chokes you in Nail in Paint it red, paint it red Is this your parachute? No, don't speak ill, or don't speak at all! Looking for the pillow, looking for the coffin Finding the right familiar, forcing them into the bunker Let the rampant read Bleed into your amplifier Speak, speak until dusk Worry, worry for your womb Change, for the sake of insects Repeat, refrain Wildflower fields forever