Third Alternative

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 pit 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 fuck 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 pit 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 pit 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