Sewer Blues

Now I come before you Moving through this tomb Of vapor and perfume And fog-filled rooms Silent compass, anger at dawn Locked down in the harness, Drawn away from the low The voice is barking of nausea and fear An unholy jargon in the judgement seat This knowledge that despite The angel you assume Commander alibi I'll surrender to the fume It's all flesh and fleshed out and forgotten now I'll go away back to you I'll go away back through your love I'll go away back to you I'll go away back through your love Better sing a money tune Light a cigarette Raise the roof above this ruin As the song repents Order of the underground As the sewer runs clear Stretch your skin in front of me Unto every other year But now I come for you I come for your womb For your vapors and your perfume For your fog-filled rooms For your [?] compass For the body you adorn As a belt, as a necklace As a mask, as a horn It's all flesh and fleshed out and forgotten now I'll go away back to you I'll go away back through your love I'll go away back to you I'll go away back through your love I'll go away back to you I'll go away back through your love I'll go away back to you I'll go away back through your love, Through your love, Through your love, Through your love, Through your love