Vicks VapoRub

Through spine crowns I'm jumping,
sea urchins laught at me
whilst I'm rubbing my back
against a magnetic wall.

They would disappear- wish they were silver-
my body would torn to pieces.

And even if they weren't
I'd be against that wall:
stuck, torn to pieces.

Tweezer me out, ¡into the sea!
Blow wind shapeless clouds
and dry Sun the sea salt that's healing me,
kill me for utility.

And even if you didn't
I'd be against taht wall:
stuck, torn to pieces.

Suppurate rooten paint
and draw yourself a window
because I need to know the"need to know".

I've seen the oxid dawn
and held my head 'till speechless
then legions talked through me.

And even if they didn't
I'd be against that wall:
stuck, torn to pieces.