كلمات Tottenham Reservoir

He was so pretty That illegal immigrant A knocked shelf life Up high Snapping up flies A buzz and a stink Round tired eyes I grease you and swallow You struggle in your birthing sack Black hair slickened glistening I am still listening The birds are captive too under the empty wires There is a lid on the sky I heard the word 'asphalt' Why should I shuffle words Till the viscosity holds? These spider's webs wearing me as a skin I grease you and swallow You struggle in your birthing sack Black hair slickened glistening I am still listening I have a little tiny tear As in hernia of light The canvas appears bright But it lies Flattened and trampled Horses and bayonets The dumbstruck thickening clod of minds and blunt teeth Said I grease you and swallow You struggle in your birthing sack Black hair slickened glistening I am still I am still I grease you and swallow You struggle in your birthing sack Black hair slickened glistening I am still I am still I am still listening