I'm looking forward to losing all my hair   I'm looking forward to looking backward   Multiple suns have always guided me   Multiple suns, to do my bidding   I recall my youth with Klock:   A bubbling boob of hate   Still, I fashioned not one crime   And Klock, ofcourse, was arrested   They turned his mind to paste   Yes, it happens all the time   Now you ask me 'why so many suns?'   One for each murder me and my angel done   De profundis; how I love to live this loose!   De profundis; with my Donald Duck orange juice!   Klock was like an older brother   And for awhile I was he   Or rather he was I   Now I regard him as another   One of my sovereign suns   Yes, this happens all the time      The Harpies scatter; intestines unravel   Better than memory: ACTUAL TIME TRAVEL   Heavens abound in pomegranite light   Heavens abound; I gain back my overbite   I am their only planet   Suns of the bluest flame   Stoic, yet volitile   If'n the past come hither   I keep the gaslight burning   Because it could happen any time