Postmadonna - Whose Absinthe Is This? Lyrics
When you said the sea was readthe moon peeled backon the bed crept doubtIslands withoutOur raftsOur woodwould you?When you said the womb was coldheads on micewe wilt like wavesbe bottomlessOur raftsour woodwould you(the sound it stills)sensum slowly slicing your eyeI cant remember a place where a sense of self residesvision blinding, flight from the skyno I, drunk with the absinthe mindsitting between the pig and the prickwe see you, we see you zoellicksitting between the pig and the prickwe're closing in zoellickwhen you said the sea was redon the bed crept doubtwhen you said the womb was coldwe wilt like waves(the sound it stills)sensum slowly slicing your eyeI cant remember a place where a sense of self residesvision blinding, flight from the skyno I, drunk with the absinthe minddisparity reeks of *****ing slimescores of revolving doors expanding their bottom linelets expose the anti zenthe men who pose as righteousonly when lucrative to themthe cycle stretches over bested menand raps around until their deadand stepping on another's neckwe spoil his wife, we steal his breathand if you wonder what comes next...and stepping on another's neckwe spoil his wife, we steal his breathand if you wonder what comes next...just take a look, the cycle stretches over bested menUntil their DEADUntil their DEADUntil their DEAD
