On Paranoia
Three weird sisters come to me and prophesied
O my bride, and I cried with my eyes wide
Empiricide when I died in the place where I hide
Like a man chopping down a tree from the inside
What you know about protection from the evil eye?
Josephine I dreamt my time seven times
Is there blood on the table or sun reflected through the wine? Like a man chopping down a tree from the inside

March through the mire
Set it on fire
I ain't hazy, I ain't tired

I thought I saw a star explode just the other day
Josephine came to me and I swear I heard her say
“You look mean when you lean, when you lean against your horse that way
Aidez moi sil vous plait! Aidez moi sil vous plait! Aidez moi sil vous plait!”
I had a dream that I was this enormous nose
And I smelled all of human history in one aroma