Lyrics: 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 '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 pit 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 pit 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