her image is restored to grace. disappeared. no trace. musky tears. suitcase. the down turn brave
little burn cub bear careless turnip snare
rampages pitch color pages. down and out but not in vegas. disembarks and disengages. no loft. sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dew skin fortitude
for the sniffing black noses that snort and allude
to dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink its. it's for you. blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck
muscles and bottle-nosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show. it's a beehive barrel race. a she hive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her. embossed beneath a box in the closet that's lost. the kind that you find when you mind your own business. shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the new morning milk blanket. your ilk is funny to the turnstile touch bunny whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay. get your broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles. away.)
Lyric Context: death of a martian - red hot chili peppers