Ouroboros '20 - The Bright Light Social Hour

My brother walks on crushed glass

His fingers beaten like brass

Caressing the shame that slithers cross his brain

My brother walks on crushed glass

My sister bathes in black mass

Her love a strangled gasp

Milky the way, a womb hid from the day

My sister bathes in black mass

My brothers walk on crushed glass

My sisters bathe in black mass

Oceans thirsty for cash

Bleeding still for the past

Our futures traded unseen

As everything eats everything

Take our tails from our mouths

Flood the roads in the South