Atrocity Exhibition is lean, a headache, blurred vision, biretta, blurred figure 's eyeless gaze got me feeling lean, rabbit meat, more hay, more hay! / Lean, lean, scream, need more purple to paper over the pain, drank, drank, downward spiralinto rock bottom, scream an open mouth / White lead, landscape, white lines haunt, all dance in the water but never get wet, never condense, always evaporate, always less self, ever more pain / There's no atrocity exhibition for I never exhibit atrocity, I am the exhibit / There is no atrocity exhibition so the stone gathers no golddust, gin lungs of the beast gather and roll me out (I'm out) / Am I really? Really doe? / The voices, gotta screw loose, mentally disturbed, when it rain, mentally disturbed, bed of purp and I can fly, exhibit my atrocities, no fear, the fear in the rock bottom, the beans I spilled?/ Pitch, I do bitch, scream like I screamed before and robbed me of the high, downward spiral / Rock bottom, weathering this hellscape I cannot, I cannot, I'm lost, need the pink and greens, the crowd to wave my jovial despairs away for a time / I cannot, I'm lost, need the microphone, the besuited[1] to get my demons on the tele, to speak for me, make me purple in the midst of pink and greens, suit me in purple to cover the lean inside, ain't it funny? / Tell me what I don't know says the scream and I scream / SCREAM FINDS SKIN. SCREAM PEELS SKIN TO THE BONE. NAKED PSYCHE FALLS, DOWNWARD SPIRAL. SCREAM AN OPEN MOUTH TO WHITE LEAD. SCREAM THE FIRST, THE MAN, THE BEAST SCREAMS AND THE MAN GRINS.
[1] Landscape With Pope/Dictator (Francis Bacon, 1946)