Текст песни Acrid Morning

a taste of puke in my mouth acrid day, the windows oath swollen eyes, a fly on my bed, this winged visitor sings i'm dead reminding hours of desperate nights cowering in cries neath ash-tree lights desolated hours, letter filled street where aborted words denied my need can't bear to see your glasstube smiles knowing your compassion and consolation belies reminding hours of desperate nights cowering in cries neath ash-tree lights knowing which acinus are fatal when colloquys around are so dull yesterdays men, speaking today affirming their words, leading my way pictures so dreadful mirror insleep nausea mumbling, derision to reap mundane insect dies in my hand it's song was right, i missed the end