on the pavement i walk

into rectangles and walls

all these mazes are false

through tiny holes in the rock

into my home i now come

the only place where i stop

in a basement

down the basin or tub through the drain around the hole

and the main stream flows on on on on

through these crevices i watch

as crushed up bone and blood and stuff

in the pavement ah

ah

and whether angry or not

whether in love or in lust

all these flames they are hot

in a disdainful distance i will walk

the open dust i will seek till i'm lost lost lost lost

and i am a caveman in clothes

covered up with chemicals

in your arms

in your arms