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