Taste of jagged glass and rusty can
There are just black holes
Where the stars would be watching
Where the stars should have been
Caress a urine coloured sun
And there's nothing but black holes
Where the stars should have been
Where the stars would be watching
Oh those strange argonauts
Digging again in your pit
Cover them in menstrual stream
Ripping through your menstrual stream
Rising up taste of rusty can
And jagged glass feeling again
Hordes of locusts blot out your sun
Raining down - rain on everyone
Poor little bleeding heart
Poor little misunderstood
Piss on it - i'm sick of it
Out of sync - out of phase
Out of sight - out of spite
Raining down, raining everyone
Poor little bleeding heart
Poor little misunderstood
Piss on it - i'm sick of it
Taste of jagged glass and rusty can
There are just black holes
Where the stars should have been
Where the stars would be watching