they say my work disturbs them o crematorium/ ride that needle as if it were a shooting star/ we just gotta think we're invisible/ a maelstrom is a vortex that can suck you under/ listening to the murmuring babble in the crematorium/ yet on the edge/ you have arrived at the crematorium so they might take your blood/ this is the place where people i know have gone in and never returned/ the blood in tubes this is the place where they will turn you naked into soap/ cut off from it cut off from it/ cutting kindness up with dismissal/ his mother set the supper out cloud by cloud/ baking oven bread fried in fat/ we just gotta think we're invisible/
