It’s nothing to be / It’s something / I’m not sided
Oh, my Lord

Terra-cotta idols to piss on / whalebones
Secrets are all I know

Laugh and I will say: “How dare he make no sense!”
“F” it, I will say: “She’s arrogant, arrogant, arrogant”

The thing I won’t protect you from
is iron / We are
really thin

But then she was allowed
To swing her surgery around
And wave it like a partisan for the Lord

Then we took our part
in boiling metal, acid-yellow fun / cement on paint
And moaning, incense, skin…
I’m sinking in

Mad at the year

The thing I won’t protect you from
is iron / We are
really thin

But then she was allowed
To swing her surgery around
And wave it like a guard upon hallowed ground

Oh, what a sound