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