you head in you golden cypress crown
is rolling down the hall
this silver eye, once feared and heated
is now a disco ball
and all the world looks high
waving goodbye
this body made of ivory
lives only in our teeth
the style you had on your black horses,
the rot under your feet
and all the world looks high
waving goodbye
you're one of us little satellite
like the other ones
you're one of us little astro light
but we're holding our guns
we're all born to turn around the same sun
ghosts and shadows in your army
are ripples in the sea
the mighty thing that science treat
as the smallest of the fleas
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