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 it comes
Right down to you
I've said it all
So maybe we're a Bliss
Of another kind
Lately, I'm in to circultry
What it means to be
Made of you but not enough for you
And I wonder if
You can bilocate is that what I taste
Your supernova juice
You know it's true I'm part of you
Steady as it comes
Right down to you
I've said it all
So maybe you're a 4 horse engine
With a power drive
A hot katchina who wants into mine
Take it with you terracide
We're a Bliss
Of another kind