
Father I killed my monkey
I let it out
To taste the sweet of spring
Wonder if I will wander out
Test my tether to
See if Im still free
From you
Steady as it comes
Right down
To you
Ive said it all
So maybe were a bliss
Of another kind
Lately Im in to circuitry
What it means to be
Made of you but not enough of you
And I wonder if
You can bilocate is that what I taste
Your supernova juice
You know its true Im a part of you
Steady as it comes
Right down to you
Ive said it all
So maybe youre a 4 horse engine
With a power drive
A hot kachina who want into mine
Take with your terracide
Were a bliss of another kind