In avenging fields headphones grow
Intoxicated we take the subway to listen
From our hips birds take flight, my cheeks flush and we look like fools
Blurred color gateway to hell. Death, death, death! Cute, cute
Miserable jade blossom crisis bloom. Death, death. Cute, cute
Plastic dolls crawl through crossfire. Death, death. Cute, cute
Barren clouds feed the cyclops. Death, death. Cute, cute
You against soft cosmic skyline. Cute, cute
Your face through moss covered glass. Cute, cute
Dire darlings with stunning and benign hearts
See them dressed in fine bitterness
On bloodstained boulevards
Wild errors absorb scores of sad hamsters
Halfway there, feathers rise and roar and shed kittens in the garden
Bright sister machines gleaming and frozen
We can escape, abandon volcanic caves, become motion
Empty attractive vessel, forget their thick golden lizards
Kindly waves meet the sun and are defeated over night
Low rain punish volatile land, radiant breeze touch
Tender, slow, incompetent hypnotic grip stop and scream
Harsh and obscene birthday, liquid fairies pour burning from the cake
Cuddle noises echo back from the future
Under willows cluster forlorn ballerinas
A falcon appears to threaten them
Union of wolves, muscular and filthy
A beast's kingdom of riot and cold menace