Μάχες με ρόπαλα και σπαθιά, αίμα και πτώματα δίπλα και μέσα στη θάλασσα. Αυτά εμπνεύστηκε και σκηνοθέτησε ο Jason Miller ακούγοντας το τραγουδάκι του πληγωμένου εραστή... 

Coquet, Coquet, you know I won't forget
How you kissed me strange to prove you were mythical
My Coquet, you used my voice as your ugly vehicle
Coquet, Coquet, you know I won't forget
How you hurt me twice to prove you were cynical
My Coquet, you are the death, you are the pinnacle

With you I can only see my black-light constellations
And other shit I don't think I have the language to say
I don't want to catch you with some other guy's face under your eyelids
Something must be wrong, you give me emotional artifacts that can find no purchase

Coquet, Coquet, you know I won't forget
How you sold me out to prove you were typical
My Coquet, you're Herculean, you are so miserable
Coquet, Coquet, you know I won't forget
How you made me cry to prove I was beautiful
My Coquet, my teenage lust for you is so pitiful