Here it comes again 

Taste of jagged glass and rusty can 

There are just black holes 

Where the stars would be watching 

Just black holes 

Where the stars should have been 

Plumes of dirt 

Caress a urine coloured sun 

Swarms of angels 

Come to kill your sons 

And there's nothing but black holes 

Where the stars should have been 

Nothing but black holes 

Where the stars would be watching 



Oh those strange argonauts 

Digging again in your pit 

Cover them in menstrual stream 

Cover them in black gold 

Plunge them into ingots 

Ripping through your menstrual stream 

Rising up taste of rusty can 

And jagged glass feeling again 

Here it comes again... 



Hordes of locusts blot out your sun 

Raining down - rain on everyone 

Poor little rich thing 

Poor little bleeding heart 

Poor little misunderstood 

Piss on it - I'm sick of it 

Enough is enough 

I wanna fuck it up 

In spite of it 

Just for the hell of it 

I wanna fuck it up 

Out of sync - out of phase 

Out of sight - out of spite 

Raining down, raining everyone 

Poor little rich thing 

Poor little bleeding heart 

Poor little misunderstood 

Piss on it - I'm sick of it 



Here it comes again... 

Taste of jagged glass and rusty can 

There are just black holes 

Where the stars should have been 

Just black holes 

Where the stars would be watching