The Glittering One

The Glittering One I like to smell my fists in the morning For they contain the remnants They contain the remnants The remnants Remnants of Some half-forgotten exorcism Meaty The vultures are circling They can smell my fist meat Meat remnants You bore me now I must return to my slumber For the sun disturbs my Coruscating genius The Glittering One I like to smell my fists in the morning For they contain the remnants They contain the remnants The remnants Remnants of Some half-forgotten exorcism Meaty The vultures are circling They can smell my fist meat Meat remnants You bore me now I must return to my slumber For the sun disturbs my Coruscating genius