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 pit of darkness And I'll slam 'til 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 f**k 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 pit of darkness And I'll slam 'til 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 I've ever known 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 pit of darkness And I'll slam 'til 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 ...