"Luci In The Sky With Demons" lyrics

I'll spread me open, stuck to my ribs
Are all your infants in abortion cribs
You run like roaches, you try to die
I know your poison, in our space we'll lie
To an obscene god, we will dance and spit
The skin is thin, in our beds we sit
We take off our rings and, we kneel
Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal

Sketch a little key hole
For looking-glass people
I don't want to be, no
I don't want to fear, no
Momma's got a scarecrow
Got to let the corn grow
A man can't always reap what he sows

Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you admit you're mine
Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you admit you're mine
Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you admit you're mine
Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you admit you're mine

Leave yourself to be ultra-here
The chill of fall is always crawling near
Spiders in the flowers
Never know their smell
The barbers here know secrets
They will never tell

Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you admit you're mine
Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you admit you're mine