Through The Trash Darkly

Ankle deep in trash 
Garbage in your veins 
Through the dark backward 
Slowly go insane 
On the stage again 
greasy matter hair 
Sallow faces grimace 
Blank and painful stares 
Back in the dump by day 
Corpse found in the grime 
A lick across the chest 
The taste is foul but fine 
Meanwhile fingers grow from your back 
Then into a hand that can grasp 
Then lastly emerges an arm 
A freak shows in this world bizarre 

Exploitation show 
Extra limb the whore 
But when the dream is done 
Return to trash once more