Every Breath Is A Bomb

(fake fake flowers) (fake funerals) This room is a fluorescent tomb: it's brazen bulbs mimic death's hyena croon. He pulls on her wires, she jerks to attention she's animated again, she's talking to hypodermic reflecction. We've watched it all from the window ledge...the nurses offer their condolences...tongues flapping I can't make out your tone, our hearts beat in slow motion. if we make it to the final scene...(fake flowers!) show me to the sapphire pit (fake tomb) peel the candy crust off my body(fake flowers!) throw in the brittle skeleton...(fake tomb) Because can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang? Can you knit the stiletto back to the bloodstain? Can you put the bite back in the beat you've broken, tied and tamed? Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain? So doctor won't you pull the fucking plug? Won't you cut the chord? Because you can't put the life back into this hospital ward. Now she's gonna make it out ok...but she's shaking like a revolution...and she stares at the fire all day...mumbling to herself..."every hole has a snake in it every crotch is a siamese gun every ray of sunshine hides a cancercous chime every breath is a bomb" I'd like to wrap my arms around you like a flesh canopy. I'd like to take your head, place it somewhere between my shoulders and neck, but I'm afraid your brittle bones would break. We can hear the black out orchestra singing... Because can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang? Can you knit the stiletto back to the bloodstain? Can you put the bite back in the beat you've broken, tied and tamed? Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain? So doctor won't you pull the fucking plug? Won't you cut the chord? Because you can't put the life back into this hopsital ward.