Liquid blood creaming down the sidewalk
And into hardware stores

And my cottonwood paradise has shifted
Into Hollywood enterprise
And my spirit is still
Cottonmouth shine

But you still don’t see it
First world insects swarm once more

Some shadow figure glazed my room
And I assume
I assume you’ve got some place to be
Some hotshot embassy

And they’ll still want more
A blinding light shines on the crystal door