"If you really want to see Mary, you should just die. But you might be heading to a different place than Mary, James."

Old blossom dies
Like a young man breathes
The insects hum with their hunger and grieve
An icon of pale bone
Static white dream
Blind in the wilderness
Everybody scream
I couldn't find my way
Out the door
We all died
Woke up on the floor.
I ride the painted wh0re
She gives good universal scream, scream