I sang a song of your beauty in cruel mocking form
cracking the high notes that fell out of their nest muting the strings of your heart
I painted your arms to your chair
looking up to the sky
I bit my lips and gave orion a suit of gold
I hugged your neck and thought of work
you came in through the window so I closed the door
conner family moneymaking death machine
the dark turns to grey results appear quickly and not soon enough
the all knowing, all giving, all loving moneymaking death machine
millions of people dont know they are happy until there machine is on and they can see it grinding away
what would our bones look like as dust?
how would they smell?
Bye Bye sweet highs and lows
make way for the middle ground
it promises you pleasant, so turn it on and walk away.