Here it comes again

Taste of jagged glass and rusty can

There are just black holes

Where the stars would be watching

Just black holes

Where the stars should have been

Plumes of dirt

Caress a urine coloured sun

Swarms of angels

Come to kill your sons

And there's nothing but black holes

Where the stars should have been

Nothing but black holes

Where the stars would be watching



Oh those strange argonauts

Digging again in your pit

Cover them in menstrual stream

Cover them in black gold

Plunge them into ingots

Ripping through your menstrual stream

Rising up taste of rusty can

And jagged glass feeling again

Here it comes again...



Hordes of locusts blot out your sun

Raining down - rain on everyone

Poor little rich thing

Poor little bleeding heart

Poor little misunderstood

Piss on it - I'm sick of it

Enough is enough

I wanna fuck it up

In spite of it

Just for the hell of it

I wanna fuck it up

Out of sync - out of phase

Out of sight - out of spite

Raining down, raining everyone

Poor little rich thing

Poor little bleeding heart

Poor little misunderstood

Piss on it - I'm sick of it



Here it comes again...

Taste of jagged glass and rusty can

There are just black holes

Where the stars should have been

Just black holes

Where the stars would be watching