Third Alternative (clean version)

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