Electra Descending - Christian Death, R. Williams

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