the cuckoo-clock spits dread... (as sex appeal) Lyrics

the cuckoo clock spits out it's sense of dreading doom..
while my head fills with the crescendo of white noise,
the deadening silence, of the empty room.. .
(where/& when everything ends too soon...)
black flowers, in my empty grin...
saliva, dripping down my chin...
("he's so suave, and cultured!.."
chirps the birdies, to pensive vultures..
pink panty moist vastness, as the air grows sultry..
(red -faced girls giggling:: "you caught me!")
i didn't know saliva could be this salty...
my head's full of blank verses, to fill in the dots...
as & before, the rest of my body rots...
"what could it all mean?.." she smiles; malevolently..
[brooding on (your) colluding], smashing the "empty glass;" violently...
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