Testo Nightly Disease Part II

There is a hole in the night that the city keeps travelling roundThere is a hole in the roof where the ego comes downThere is a hole in the closet where the coats go to flyThere is a hole in the closet where noisy cats go to dieI step away from the windowI am struck by a nightly diseaseSomething has been comingFor a long time it's been crawlingOut of pitch-black and expanding seasIt's clearly headed in my directionI am strong but I need protection(Chorus)There is a hole in my heart tonightAh there were times when I had just one eyeIt took a field to fly and a bird to cryOr just a bad foot and a bad-fingered handJust a bad foot and a bad-fingered handThat sort of memory is no match for my poisonous penBig, bad, boy approaches the mirrorWith a dead black bird in his bad-fingered handHand extended in my directionI am strong but I need protection(Chorus)Just a bad foot and a bad-fingered hand?