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I want your blood inside my head.
I send this overture to the living dead:
Regain your foothold in the ice.
Incant your fevers to the pairs of eyes.
There's much ado about the sun.
I choose the moon 'cause it's the colder one.
I want its glow,
Its milk,
Its dust.
I want some hands that i can trust
To fix all the fences up,
And to trap all the tigers.
They're anxious
to learn where they belong.
I'm underneath the barrier.
I am the tonic to the furious burn.
I am the mouth to the medicine.
I will be your mouth to the medicine!
And I'll fix all these fences up,
and i'll trap all these tigers.
They're anxious
to learn where they belong.
And now that it's over,
Will you burn from your drowning gills
For the ocean to fill you up?
And now that it's over,
Does the fallout just burn your lungs?
Is it worse than it ever was?
Can i fix all these fences up?
And can I trap all these tigers?
They're anxious to learn where they belong.
And now that it's over,
Will you burn from your drowning gills
For the ocean to fill you up?
I want your blood inside my head.
I want your blood inside my head.
I want your blood inside my head.