To feast the mattress drenched with acid To masticate laced bedding down Guzzling foam and springs Buried eggs and lost mood rings To greet the master your teeth are dashing Through the concrete to a door I�m the only one to see you in here Gnawing off your own hide Baring everything in a greasy fever And crawling into the tide I�m insulation, an old flamingo Padding through your merry walls Tinkering endlessly Jack of primal circuitry Routing electrons to green hieroglyphs Dancing from outlet to bulb Oh, the corner lets me in as the woodbugs hide Oh, the corner lets me in from the tide Gas the mantle in your head Focus the gauzy light Break off your dusty cockroach eyelids Open wide