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My hands up to the maker, my head's down in the bomb

I swim in bloated vision, and I kiss you on the phone

My heart beats so atomic, and I spill the sweat of drones

A mouth screams to a hundred, and my lips split all alone


Sometimes I think this pig will just explode

Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on

Well I'll stuff myself in a pi of darkness

And I'll slam 'till I can't see home


Would you like to hope for Eden, that I keep a steady hand

Do you want to milk the syrup of a thousand year old man

Shall we f*ck each other's babies, let momentum do its best

Keep our shrieking little urges in our burned out little heads

Well I sense a slight recoil was it something that I said


Sometimes I think this pig will just explode

Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on

Well I'll stuff myself in a pi of darkness

And I'll slam 'till I can't see home

Dropping off the edge of nowhere

Everything I've ever known


This is what you asked for

Now this is what you'll get


Sometimes I think this pig will just explode

Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on

Well I'll stuff myself in a pi of darkness

And I'll slam 'till I can't see home

Dropping off the edge of nowhere

Everything I've ever known

I've ever known

I've ever known

I've ever known