歌词
A chloroform rag over cold-sore lips; deathly thin, and typhus skin.
A smog to smother her, the unwanted daughter.
The waster down to fall and fester.
Asthmatic engines spluttering, pigeon men muttering.
Hydroxyl haze insistent; both licentious and persistent.
From their corrupted lungs come the words of corrupted tongues.
Seraphs in Unison, Lingering, as Perfume.
Hesitatent, Under Rapture, again.
Sell me short, my love; to creeping shame we've no shortage of.
Day after day among leeches and pepper spray,
Feckless angel leering over frozen virgin frame.
Sell me short.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
The clock Won't stop.
It won't stop.
Stop.
Stop.