There’s bits and pieces of you all over America! Are you going to collect them?? Better go before someone makes a mannequin of you. There’s bits and pieces of you all over the highway! Gonna resurrect them?? Better better, it won’t be fair if someone took your hair and made a voodoo doll, a you-do doll! The rain is slapping New Orleans and no one cares! The lightning thunder clapping all over your pretty lair!! There’s bits and pieces of you!! There’s bits and pieces of you waiting to be picked up… Your chewed up nails, do you remember where you spit them?? Or clipped them… you snapped your chapped lips, and dead cells slipped away. You don’t think as you dismember, but they remember, we remember… I recollect… Connect, I collect… I sweep up what you dissect. Because if I don’t follow you with my broom, swiftly assuming the parts of you you slew, then surely you are doomed… To be swept into a not you you, your entrails placed upon a loom, spun and spun… they want to groom you like a ewe…