Windows rattle with contempt   peeling back a ring of dead roses   Soon it will rain blue landscapes   leading us to suffocation   The walls structured high in a circle of oiled brick   and legs of tin - Stonehenge tumbles      What about her? The wages of sin   What about him? Well, he's getting closer   And what about the bells?   Nipples licking the clouds   And what about the bells?   Nipples licking the clouds   Nipples licking the clouds   Nipples licking the clouds   the clouds      Everyone is standing in boxes   pulsating with the silver needles   I've got no name or box to stand in   leading me to suffocation   give of fire from her throne   belching cloak/Electra   Electra      What about her? The wages of sin   What about him? Well, he's getting closer   And what about the bells?   Nipples licking the clouds   And what about the bells?   Nipples licking the clouds   Nipples licking the clouds   Nipples licking the clouds   the clouds      We were made to fill our shoes with clay   to sleep on river beds   I awoke/Electra descending   mounts the bridal gown of Jocasta   Jocasta   windows rattle with contempt   peeling back a ring of dead roses      What about her? The wages of sin   What about him? Well, he's getting closer   And what about the bells?   Nipples licking the clouds   And what about the bells?   Nipples licking the clouds   Nipples licking the clouds   Nipples licking the clouds   the clouds   the clouds   the clouds