Drips

Look fast, it's happening
He's a right tyrannosaurus
It's pouring out
Of angel dust eye-corners
Think for a moment
The sea of smashed ceramic
With shards of skulls is parting for you, pirate
Going far
They're curling 'round your fingers
And wax gargoyles
Are reaching for your eyelid

Look fast, it's happening
He's a ball of liquid paper
It's pouring out like ash from his eye-corners
Think for a moment
The sea storms in your fingers
Glowing skulls are looking at you, hungry
Going for him
They're cutting off his fingers
And wet gargoyles are drooling on his body