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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 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