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