Sand in the Sea by Trophy Scars

The Moche Skeleton Dance

by Trophy Scars· from Sand in the Sea

Limb separation Bone isolation Nothing to do But to decapitate these words Oh yeah Abrasive, allergic Inhaling detergent Eating the last of the words that were urgent Oh yeah He would eat the rain to remember his name Or sugar cane and how it used to taste That gun, that love, that trigger was pulled That night that light turned blue and was dulled (Dirty dirty waterfall) We hummed that song of a murderous lull That gun, that love, that trigger was pulled (Dirty dirty waterfall) Babies in blenders And insect intestines Nothing to eat but stained glass in heaven Oh yeah Nodding his head To the dancing dead. You'd be so surprised what the skeleton said He said "Oh yeah..." He would eat the rain to remember his name Or sugar cane and how it used to taste That gun, that love, that trigger was pulled That night that light turned blue and was dulled (Dirty dirty waterfall) We hummed that song of a murderous lull That gun, that love, that trigger was pulled (Dirty dirty waterfall) Yeah! This is the scream of a spider-winged dream Destined to fail, and biting its nails To drown out the sound of the collapsing ground That was built on the moon in flooding monsoons It's singing a song of a love that was lost To turn up the gain on what had remained There was nothing to see, it was so routine There was nothing to see That gun, that love, that trigger was pulled That night that light turned blue and was dulled (Dirty dirty waterfall) We hummed that song of a murderous lull That gun, that love, that trigger was pulled (Dirty dirty waterfall) This is the scream of a spider-winged dream Destined to fail, and biting its nails To drown out the sound of the collapsing ground That was built on the moon in flooding monsoons It's singing a song of a love that was lost To turn up the gain on what had remained There was nothing to see, it was so routine There was nothing to see, oh yeah Blood and cake Blood and cake made Saturdays Made their way to my back grave Filled with mud, that blood looked sad He looked so sad He looked really sad He looked very, very sad