I go home to find some water,
Already the sound of the siren echoes.
So in my bed I love oblivion,
Then come out to answer yes.
Sordid machinery made of iron and fake.
Then I watch my sleeping son
Outside it rains and the world weeps.
Small, the earth seemed a sphere,
Now it's a balloon.
This morning I felt the
little death.
For all that she is small.
Whore among whores she attracts
me
With her iron breasts and sex,
Nasty smell and lack of time.
Sordid machinery made of iron and fake
I go home to find some water,
Already the sound of the siren echoes.
So in my bed I love ablivion,