glass_and_the_ghost_children
unhinged
to
the
center
of
the
earth
or
anywhere
god
decides
full
of
fever
pulling
forth
we
hear
our
call
as
all
to
the
center
of
the
earth
as
if
if
written
in
dna
is
reaching
out
to
your
frequency
i
want
to
live
don't
want
to
die
i
want
to
live
i
want
to
try
all
in
prayer
prayer
in
all
all
are
scared
scared
of
all
black
rooms
are
calling
to
men
in
leather
coats
white
labs
are
cooking
up
the
silver
ghost
the
blass migrates
under
her
translucent
skin
and
all
the
spiders
wonder
what
we've
got
us
in
all
is
you
you
are
all
all
with
you
you
in
all
i
want
to
live
i
don't
want
to
die
i
want
to
live
i
want
to
try
so
beats
the
final
coda
of
a
vinyl
storm
one
more
cherry
cola
to
lift
up
her
dead
arms
a
dream
of
soft
focus
sunsets
filters
thru
the
din
we
are
losing
contact
as
she
dials
it
in
she
can
hear
glass
calling
or
is
it
someone
that
looks
like
him
she
eyes
tv
reflection
and
nods
a
knowing
look
she
says
it
doesn't
matter
she
never
liked
her
looks
i
have
seen
a
thousand
fractures
i
have
seen
everything
cause
knowing
is
it's
own
answer
love
something
in
a
book
there's
not
much
left
to
ponder
not
much
left
to
cook
AS
SHE
COUNTED
THE
SPIDERS
AS
THEY
CRAWLED
UP
INSIDE
HER
AS
SHE
COUNTED
THE
SPIDERS
AS
THEY
CRAWLED
UP
INSIDE
HER
billy
corgan,
machina
010922
