Hand cut off with a jumbo heart
We do what we can to barely get by
Love like fasting to get to the core
Sleeping in the room where the naked ladies are
Thin lines of smoke all muddled at the ceiling
Five crossed lovers not sure what they’re dealing with
The end of foreboding
The bleak black skies
I don’t need to know her
She just sings while they all scream
Plugging her ears with soot and clay
Sewing her eyes shut with needle and wire
Come into the light dear
Where we all can see you
Lick our lips and press our hips
Up to the glass
Thrust in vulgar gestures
Beat until we’re breathless
Coming, coming
We all fall down
The pits are full of lions’ shit
The pits are full of carcasses
The pits are full of lions’ shit
The pits are waiting for us
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