three beasts were floating 'round the rice cakesnin my mouth one afternoonnstabbing syringes in my cheeksnapplying pressure to the woundsntoo weak from pain my brain let gonand i fell in the dining roomni lay there dying crying outnyou've been mistaken, it's too soonni reached for every ounce of strength nand then i crawled to the bedroomnni caught a glimpse of what my lifenaround a star amounted tonand prayed in spite the fact the lack nof answers coming back, i knewnthat i was floating and suppose nthats all i ever had to dontwo arms around my body brokennheld together with the glueni found in mom and dads dusty cabinetsnit made me blue...nbut what's there to do?nnand in the morning when the sun shined downni cursed the world i knewnsearched for meaning in the racksnto find a different point of viewni found that life was just the massesnentertaining but a fewnand we were products wrapped in packagingnthey managed to consumenand when the moonlight hit my eyesnand there was nothing more to proveni grabbed a knife and stuck it nstraight into my heart and thought of you