mascara (hows these for lyrics eh?)

There's a powdered sun dripping through a porthole
In a set design
Can you read your name
It's been so long since we bloomed from the inside
So where have you been since you fell off the flat edge
Of a world under nothing sky
You've been lying rye
They claim men you dance under the moonlight
Do what you think is the sum
Buts it a flesh and blood of a
Dismembered gone assembly
In four thousands of your years

Voice 1: You felt like history in your thighs
Voice 2: You get four red candles

Voice 2: On the table with your penis I arise
Voice 1: You're the one that makes me realize

Voice 1: With water flowing through to tomorrow
Voice 2: Glued to your addiction
Voice 1: Apples and cake must have been your mistake
Voice 2: Had to force you to drink your gallon of wine
Voice 2: but the smile you send in my direction
Voice 1: You little duck house

Voice 1: Makes me feel like I'm alive

Voice 1: You're hidden by your wooden legs
Voice 2: You're my kind, You're my kind

Voice 2: You always make me feel like a moon in my life

Voice 1: Staring down at the world's head, all the time

Voice 2: It always makes me feel good to know you're alive, you're wrapping your
ties

Voice 1: Down by the whirlpool, I finally realized you must have built
in your snake, your little duck house

Voice 1: I've been insane well the time is slow

Voice 2: I've been to a society whith you can't see yourself and you can't
feel sunshine

Voice 2: And if you see me roaming the hillside won't you come along? It's
a hard road to the top of yourself. You'll always be alone.

Voice 1: The Pope don't matter when the pawn is your sea, don't you agree?

Voice 2: I like you in my love, feels good just to know I can love
someone like you. They'll make it hard for you choose. I can understand but
when you see creation coming you close your eyes. And To you I'm sure it's no
surprise that I could be one of the dead. Thank god my underwear's full of
lead without you. Without you.