My pupils dilate
As the Lord of Apathy
Crashes the holy plate
Dishing out God's mercy.
My nose delivers
A message of lamentation
As the sheer fear
Of a brewing estrangement
Sprinkles some bizarre perfume ?
Monroe's Chanel No.5?
O O O O O O, No!
The deadly Satanic 666 ?
Joyfully numbing and poisoning
The land of Father's faith and
Making the modern relationship
Physically intimate ?
Yet spiritually alienate.