SINGER: Monster Magnet

SONG:Third Alternative

My hands up to the maker, my head's down in the bomb
i swim in bloated vision, and i kiss you on the phone
my heart beats so atomic, and i spill the sweat of drones
a mouth screams to a hundred, and my lips split all alone
Sometimes i think this pig will just explode
sometimes i hope this torture just goes on
well i'll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
and i'll slam 'till i can't see home
Would you like to hope for eden, that i keep a steady hand
do you want to milk the syrup of a thousand year old man
shall we fuck each other's babies, let momentum do its best
keep our shrieking little urges in our burned out little heads
well i sense a slight recoil was it something that i said
Sometimes i think this pig will just explode
sometimes i hope this torture just goes on
well i'll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
and i'll slam 'till i can't see home
dropping off the edge of nowhere
everything i've ever known
This is what you asked for
now this is what you'll get
Sometimes i think this pig will just explode
sometimes i hope this torture just goes on
well i'll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
and i'll slam 'till i can't see home
dropping off the edge of nowhere
everything i've ever known
i've ever known
i've ever known
i've ever known