Whiite Fantaseee

Steady
 At a motorik clip
 There's a man in a trench
 With a quivering lip
 With swung-sling blades
 To a switch blade-c
 I read it in a book
 It's a white, white fantaseee
 And then the sharp stair
 It sprang at me slow
 I need this white fantaseee
 I need to know
 Saw four horses drowning
 And three without men
 I cried out
 But i couldn't take him in
 "I pray to god, there's nothing below!"
 Horses drowning in the amber snow
 The skull of the star,
 Marred slit right open
 Finger of my good hand, hilted
 Took a bead as a token
 I scolded skin
 My body was a chamber
 I held my breath
 My body was a manger
 I killer-carve it, i maim it to a tree
 It's a whiite, whiite fantasee
 It's a whiite, whiite fantasee