mr electric we are dying to dine in your house of mirrors mr electric open your beak we want in the city under your skin s dull glistening when your skyscraper s husk peel off like coconut crust when your rape trumpet s tune softens like the womb when your smiles broken shards scrape the film from our hearts you stuffed our mouths with blasphemy you wrapped our bones in circuitry wandering your streets like damp newspaper tumbling turning in the wind and the concrete in your sky parts like pink lid eye watch the fun squeal through it s death leather veil we are dying to dine when your garden of mirror vomits from the ground to see our wombs impregnated with gunpowder and lead shot from your siamese love we know you re watching ee know you re watching we know you re watching mr electric ocean