Spathic!!

Show me samples... snippety, spark!
The fuse has set in my brain
Slack flashback, on a hat rack
That slain insect obtains a cheap pain
So I stick a daisy through his head
He sneezes just a little bit
And I squeeze that socket
In my left pocket, so confused
I cry out my ancient name, it's Spathic!

Sticky, tricky, creaky, freaky flit
Dig it out, pick it out, cut it out
That plain impact contains a free strain
No sign is shown at all
No pilot came back at last
My fuse clicks, I try to hold
In my left side of my brain
It's Spathic, Spathic, Spathic!
It's tragic, and I lie again!

So clear, false eyes pop out
I take them for my hat, so bizarre
Pure, black, tears dropped from them
I try to swear, but I don't have a God

Clash! The fuse has set in my brain
Its just a pint of B-Right
Its so cheap, but no claim or complaint
Then I feed that tiny thing some peas
He coughs just a little bit
I don't have any pills
I wonder why not, too confused
I found out I lost my ancient hands
It's Spathic, Spathic, Spathic, Spathic!

He tells me which side to flit?
He's too tiny, and just clicking wings split
Where's my false eyes?
Next ones could be mine

Watch your head
It's heading straight to you!
Watch your head
It's heading straight to you!
Watch your head
It's heading straight to you!
Watch your head
It's heading straight to you!

Spathic, flit to the clash!