Will I nil I
Magnify the lenses
And lend credence to the lilt of flies
Above the mud, on the rise
Will ye nil ye
Come eat my face too
Would you masticate it, grind it well
With whittled teeth in your machines
Will you spit it out
Won't you spit me out
Your waste is my wastelessness
Your waste is my wastelessness
Willy nilly
Will I nil I
Willy nilly
Will I nil I