Electra Descending-Christian Death

Windows rattle with contempt Peeling back a ring of dead roses Soon it will rain blue landscapes Leading us to suffocation The walls structured high in a circle of oiled brick And legs of tin - Stonehenge tumbles What about her The wages of sin What about him Well he's getting closer And what about the bells Nipples licking the clouds And what about the bells Nipples licking the clouds Nipples licking the clouds Nipples licking the clouds The clouds Everyone is standing in boxes Pulsating with the silver needles I've got no name or box to stand in Leading me to suffocation Give of fire from her throne Belching cloak/Electra Electra What about her The wages of sin What about him Well he's getting closer And what about the bells Nipples licking the clouds And what about the bells Nipples licking the clouds Nipples licking the clouds Nipples licking the clouds The clouds We were made to fill our shoes with clay To sleep on river beds I awoke/Electra descending Mounts the bridal gown of Jocasta Jocasta Windows rattle with contempt Peeling back a ring of dead roses What about her The wages of sin What about him Well he's getting closer And what about the bells Nipples licking the clouds And what about the bells Nipples licking the clouds Nipples licking the clouds Nipples licking the clouds The clouds The clouds The clouds