Third Alternative 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