Island, IS

On with your home, the song said it all to the sky With a lone catapult and a song gently put to the side And the tones he would push and the songs he would push to the side when it all went to fuck in the snow that gets pushed to the side Well your heart is a bush and it's talking to --with some size When you already put all of the soup inside They were all really smooshed with a calm steady push to the side All that your heart finds Wrong with your own wife Sign up all your relatives Only your heart would mind And the serpentine I'm the reaper of bonds Called the arrival Tear into the night (?) "Harder", said your boy Conserve it with an omelette And you're on it with the carpet And you solved it, said you called it Set your orbit, said you cough it Said it's often that you're oh fits And your old tits on your hard drive