You move between rooms of filth and gloating
taking your leave by a misshapen door
Babbage Batch Dolls shift as plastic floating
The horizon conceals a multitude more.

Everything is broken, everything is cold
Your heart is emptiness in the first degree
Cigarettes and hair are all your hands hold
A drone shouts 'hell'... You are forced to agree.

Your kidneys still ache from last night's action
All feelings drowned in an ethanol pool
Memories swim through the stupefaction
Chlorinated tears resurrect a ghoul.