Sewer Blues

Now I come before you

Moving through this tomb of vapor and perfume and fog-filled rooms

Silent compass, anger at dawn

Locked down in the harness, drawn away from the low

The voice is barking of nausea and fear

An unholy jargon in the judgement seat

This knowledge that despite the angel you assume

Commander alibi

I'll surrender to the fume

It's all flesh and fleshed out and forgotten now

I'll go away back to you

I'll go away back through your love

I'll go away back to you

I'll go away back through your love

Better sing a money tune

Light a cigarette

Raise the roof above this ruin

As the song repents

Order of the underground

As the sewer runs clear

Stretch your skin in front of me

Unto every other year

But now I come for you

I come for your womb

For your vapors and your perfume

For your fog-filled rooms

For your [?] compass

For the body you adorn

As a belt, as a necklace

As a mask, as a horn

It's all flesh and fleshed out and forgotten now

I'll go away back to you

I'll go away back through your love

I'll go away back to you

I'll go away back through your love

I'll go away back to you

I'll go away back through your love

I'll go away back to you

I'll go away back through your love, through your love, through your love, through your love, through your love