Persistently shoot the vacuum
The flesh is twisted with harnesses
Feet will trample the sensible
Flocks that coming out roisterous.
There is no air – it’s over
Let’s tighten the screws
For a voice to be heard
Faces will put on T-shirts.
These are all strangers violent,
Changeling simpleton.
Ghouls bourgeois,
Receive, sign, Adieu!