Father I killed my monkey
I let it out
To taste the sweet of spring
Wonder if I will wander out
Test my tether to
See if I'm still free
From you

Steady as [bad word] Right down
To you
I've said it all
So maybe we're a bliss
Of another kind

Lately I'm in to circuitry
What it means to be
Made of you but not enough of you
And I wonder if
You can bilocate is that what I taste
Your supernova juice
You know it's [bad word] I'm a part of you

Steady as [bad word] Right down to you
I've said it all
So maybe you're a 4 horse engine
With a power drive
hot kachina who want into mine
Take with your terracide
We're a bliss of another kind