| Geology is digging through my brain | |
| A manta engulfing the world | |
| To throw it up once again | |
| To a guild of lifted daggers | |
| Neo-wolf, but older again | |
| Than the Lupus itself | |
| Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time | |
| A collection of failures | |
| A diabolical sequence of stabs | |
| Written in cutting stone | |
| From the fossilized den of thieves | |
| Our lives die | |
| Neo-wolf, but older again | |
| Than the Lupus itself | |
| Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time | |
| A collection of failures | |
| I see the nursing all mother | |
| Spitting out a trail of termites | |
| In the mouth of her first born hope | |
| Breasts ripe with smog filled rebellion | |
| Apathy dressed in violence | |
| White insectoid legs | |
| Curse her lips and her mouth | |
| Receptive only to pain | |
| But older again | |
| Than the Lupus itself | |
| Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time | |
| A collection of failures |