The Creatures - Exterminating Angel

The Creatures - Exterminating Angel album: Anima Animus 1999 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 colored sun Swarms of angels come to kill your sons and there’s nothinig 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 Covered in black gold Plunge them into ingots Ripping through your menstrual stream Rising up taste of rusty can And jagged glass feelings again Here it comes again Hoards of locusts blot out the sun Raining down 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 want to fuck it up, in spite of it , just for the hell of it I want to fuck it up Out of sync, out of phase, out of sight, out of spite 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 want to fuck it up for the hell of it Well it makes me laugh in spite of it Out of sync, out of phase, out of sight, out of spite 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 would be watching Just black holes where the stars should have been Piss on it I’m sick of it I want to fuck it up For the hell of it Enough is enough Well it makes me laugh In spite of it It makes me laugh Piss on it