Текст песни 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 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 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 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