Virgilian Lots

The pigs are taking shots at the mourners on the hill

I'm truly not neutral but I lost all direction

Day I woke ready to blow the bridge

For finding you hand over your mouth

So instead, I burned my own village down

[Refrain]

I'm grieving for you, my love

And I don't understand what's going on

Just as the twin volcanoes of Cuauhnāhuac, we were once stable

So sad I must bury every thought of you before it shows its teeth

Now I amuse myself with the dubious form of Virgilian Lots

Like your neo-feminist divinations

[Refrain]

I'm grieving for you, my love

And I don't understand what's going on

Our memories, once almost sacred, are embarrassments to me now

Of the three things I find most shocking, the first is how trivial you are

The second is my depth of feeling; third, the purity of our collapse

[Refrain]

I'm grieving for you, my love

And I don't understand what's going on