Lyrics:

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