Keep the Gutters Fresh

Mechanical ocean
Of circular swim
We gotta keep the gutters fresh
Where some of them save their best
They're better above you
I said I'm out of things for to pray
And now I keep the gutters fresh
For when collecting wasted flesh

I was in the moan of a fire's eye
Fallen in a coven I have loved
Yes, it is desire in a blind eye
Cover it with all hands and run to love

In settlemеnts dreamed of
Nestlеd in rest
Embrace the fools and liars
Their single-celled desires
And race for the red house
With curtains and themes
And fumigated hags
Privilege in their bags

I was in the moan of a fire's eye
Fallen in a coven I have loved
Yes, it is desire in a blind eye
Cover it with all hands and run to love