There's a powdered sun dripping through a porthole In a set design Can you read your name It's been so long since we bloomed from the inside So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge Of a world under nothing sky You've been lying rye They claim men you dance under the moonlight Do what you think is the sum Buts it a flesh and blood of a Dismembered gone assembly In four thousands of your years
Voice 1: You felt like history in your thighs Voice 2: You get four red candles
Voice 2: On the table with your penis I arise Voice 1: You're the one that makes me realize
Voice 1: With water flowing through to tomorrow Voice 2: Glued to your addiction Voice 1: Apples and cake must have been your mistake Voice 2: Had to force you to drink your gallon of wine Voice 2: but the smile you send in my direction Voice 1: You little duck house
Voice 1: Makes me feel like I'm alive
Voice 1: You're hidden by your wooden legs Voice 2: You're my kind, You're my kind
Voice 2: You always make me feel like a moon in my life
Voice 1: Staring down at the world's head, all the time
Voice 2: It always makes me feel good to know you're alive, you're wrapping your ties
Voice 1: Down by the whirlpool, I finally realized you must have built in your snake, your little duck house
Voice 1: I've been insane well the time is slow
Voice 2: I've been to a society whith you can't see yourself and you can't feel sunshine
Voice 2: And if you see me roaming the hillside won't you come along? It's a hard road to the top of yourself. You'll always be alone.
Voice 1: The Pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree?
Voice 2: I like you in my love, feels good just to know I can love someone like you. They'll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but when you see creation coming you close your eyes. And To you I'm sure it's no surprise that I could be one of the dead. Thank god my underwear's full of lead without you. Without you.
Voice 1: When you're around I'm wound around your thumb. You wanna be numb inside the gun. All your different lights are one big fight against the baby inside that you've mistaken for pain.