Cloud Rat - Drain Pipe Lyrics

Have all the rapture!
Salivating as you humanize weapons,
Calling out the dogs of a nuclear priesthood.
In your fumbling dance, your breath is steaming.
Fangs upward, over the lip.
Competition of manhood abstraction,
Some ordinary distraction.
Black ants in bed & stainless steel teeth,
They line you up like the best cinema seats.
Under a sky, in a book,
Like earthquakes crawling.