Not Gone Dead Yet

Split the other side speaks Warm in its grave Dug deep burying the past Fucked deep to bury the past Of a love not gone dead yet They said stretched out on sheets In lovers arms fucking deeper harder still Compacting, compressing to a hard nutty pulp A love not gone dead yet	Split the other side speaks Warm in its grave Dug deep burying the past Fucked deep to bury the past Of a love not gone dead yet yet They said stretched out on sheets In lovers arms fucking deeper harder still Compacting, compressing to a hard nutty pulp A love not gone dead yet
Split the other side speaks Warm in its grave Dug deep burying the past Fucked deep to bury the past Of a love not gone dead yet yet They said stretched out on sheets In lovers arms fucking deeper harder still Compacting, compressing to a hard nutty pulp A love not gone dead yet		Split the other side speaks Warm in its grave Dug deep burying the past Fucked deep to bury the past Of a love not gone dead yet yet They said stretched out on sheets In lovers arms fucking deeper harder still Compacting, compressing to a hard nutty pulp A love not gone dead yet And on one walks with bitter taste Of the love not gone dead yet And on one sleeps mutilated at each full moon And never more a kiss on new year's eve And on one yearns with caution Expecting the worst Another love to gone dead And split the other side spits Secure in having drunk their fill Of love offered up selflessly devoted Of the creator's gift ground to a nutty pulp By writhing bodies sick with sex and fuck Pumping hard away Fucking hard away Slamming shut away A love not gone dead yet A sprockets thread over punching steel Shutters flutter and light intrudes then Shapes coil themselves Twist themselves Violently round mercury drops Shattered glass, screwed up eyes Ah flicker-man Shine thy glorious beam-head upon us We invite your presence We'll tune maximum warp And crash our fucked souls into your assault Your vengeance, your birth Your gift, your gift, your gift of a beautiful vision.