When you fall to your knees
and do nothing but bleed
It's so easy to seed
That you're coming undone
and the battle is won (one)
less mouth to feed
Sopping and swelling
the tides are rising
as time flows red
When your privacy's lost
what is the cost
to bury your head
The clouds are calling out
For the red rain to fall
The clouds are calling out
So just give it up
The clouds are tearing up
The sweet curtain call
The clouds are tearing up
Don't fear the blood
The mensual rapture
of the zygotal capture
or so you wish
When the scented airs
People stop and stare
At the market
Don't lose your head
No more blood shed
Not today
We'll remember the cost
of the privacy lost
To the sea
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