pet sounds filling pet peeve void's
  black and white tv with the sound turned down
  is it mono or stereo?
  lending aneurysm satisfaction in the
  fruitless gaze of your mona lisa lazy smile
  trick ourselves in portable stanzas
  black russian throated on this
  guillotine cancer
  how steep we are
  but there's just no telling
  just no telling
    savion is under heel clicking
  morse code through movie stills again
    the sky had blackened with carrion birds
  pinstriped suits and cigarettes tapped danced
  through the tepid burlesque
  their mouths were parched with excess thirst
  bridge and chorus candy curse
  still they snag through the strepthroat verse
    pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
  black and white tv with the sound turned down
  like breathing blood through lungs of czar's child
    if i had a dollar for every plot that you made
  in this bed of nails you make
  how steep
  how steep we are