Day of the Dying Alive Butthole Surfers

Oh my god

I have come ten million miles
And traveled on your Earth
And with [?] lust
[?] may consummate my birth

The locust cries his dusty wings
Shall crack the ocean floor
And given life to fiery hands
That open up the door

[High pitched voice]
Oh daddy, daddy
Bleeding heart
My mind is at an end

[low pitched voice]
Hope is lost
You're [?]
[?] dreams forever plagued

What do you know about reality?
I am reality