Generator





like a rock, like a planet, 

like a fucking atom bomb,

I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness 

that I encounter everywhere I turn,

I've seen it all before,

in books and magazines,

like a twitch before dying,

like a pornographic sea,

there's a flower behind the window,

there's an ugly laughing man,

like a hummingbird in silence,

like the blood on my door,

it's the generator



oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door,

wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore,

I've known it all along like the bone under my skin, 

like actors in a photograph,

like paper in the wind,

there's a hammer by the window,

there's a knife on the floor,

like turbines in darkness,

like the blood on my door,

it's the generator