Marching Church Up For Days
Daylight gains
Mangled wonder
New mis-shapes
Grimaced splendour
Over us, the hours are hanging like fate itself
Like throbbing bells
Memories are flashing like a stroboscopic light
It seems a dream, in punctuated streams
Hopped on a merry-go-round
Cause those don't go nowhere
Skin glisten
Limbs tremble
No eye lid blinking
Reflections disassemble
The earth is a better place when it's artificially lit
As luck would have it, curtains can be drawn
How's that for a kick?
Outstanding
Splendid crash landing
And it all comes racing through my flesh tonight
Sex is running through the streets
Like the sewer, just like the sewer
And I've been up for days
Been up for days, been up for days
I can't hardly see what's in front of me
What's right in front of me
And I've been up for days
Been up for days, been up for days
What is it you think I feel?
Cause I don't feel
And I don't think
I've placed a lug-nut in the wheel of my mind
To blockade, blockade the system
Rotation is out of order, but don't call no engineer
It's OK
It's really so OK now
I'll scourge my way to the end, if that's the only way
Sex is running through the streets
Like the sewer, just like the sewer
And I've been up for days
Been up for days, been up for days
By the time you left, I came in hard
I came so hard
And I've been up for days
Been up for days, been up for days
