Boil Order

Misplaced display, sunbathe in the window All day, surrealist's cerebral mistake Hands to the eyes, mimicking shade Stalk strolling widows shopping for their new face In the paint of a poisoned self portrait All the addicts at the orgy pray All they want is a longer death All they ask for is a longer death Motion sickness bared a disturbing image The river swells the same shade your face turns The same hue, in glimpses, polluting every word The mind is a faucet on boil order In the paint of a poisoned self portrait All the addicts at the orgy pray All they want is a longer death All they ask for is a longer death