jane Lived In Piss And Bacon She Fled Bloody Communities And Gave Birth To Train Stations Jane's Cock Was Inverse And Reeked Of Bile Jane Stunk Of Bludgeoned Heads Leaking Out The Turnstile Jane's Dead Family Bled For Us They Rode The Crimson Wind Spasmic Spontaneous Premature Kegs Of Rotten Flesh Faces Faeces Of Neighbours Straddling Filth And Bleeding From Orificies Non Mutilated Till Later The Blood Flowed From The Opening In The Fabric The Knife Tore At Her General Being Take The Human From Her Let Her Suffer She Shrieked For Me Janes Melody Played Again That Nameless Night