Anti-Gravity Altars (2008)

Come down, my angels
While I hang from a roach
Who would bite the hands I gave them
And spit up when they're told
My outline does now shimmer
While the roach and I arise
I bent my father backwards
In an intracourse intwined

I found a gag and gargle of the ballistae
Are you little known

The dinner, does it move you
Like it moved you last time
When I made you sell your coffin
For the boils that remind
Who would give up death
Just to hang around askew
I nailed you to your weakness

They found me gagging breathless
With all my skinned pets cawing under me